Chega Dessa Vida

Breaking at the seams but i'm still living in my head
Need to sew myself back up but i got needles with no thread
I been trying to put myself out there but they don't understand
I've been sinking further down like everyday into the sand

My life: track race, falling back to last place
I drift away, outer space, left behind without a trace
My days and grass are never green i'm still a basketcase
I got plans that fly beyond the fence but i'm stuck on the plate
All my thoughts will spill out when i fuckin open up my brain
Never feel at peace i'm slipping, i don't think i can maintain
All these people show me love so why do i still feel this way?
Moving on a fuckin mission no one else can do the same

Black hearts on my jeans, i keep a big one in my chest
I just wanna tell my family at the end, "i did my best"
I just wanna be the one, burning hot under the sun
We'll see who comes out at the end when all this shit is fuckin done