Issue

It was never just a phase or a phrase
I'm stuck in a maze, nobody cares anyways
In my earlyer days I was going to blaze and I’d snack on some Lay's
On a cake you're the glaze can look through you (x-rays)
And on my free fridays god couldn’t hear my prays
How could I make you do what you did and in deepest regret
You was always upset your shirt was always wet from tears
Loosing you used to be one of my biggest fears
But after all your affairs and you kickin' it upstairs
What was done it cannot be repaired
For all of that shit like I was not prepared
I've allways been compared to the last one you've shared
I've always been impaired but what's done can't be undo
Suicide is no taboo stick by my side like glue
Like what is revenue without a baby to lay next to
I don't know what to do someone please give me a tissue
I think I should knew, yeah I think I should knew
I think you’re the issue