NOTHING WRONG

I KNOW THE FEELING OF FEELING YOUR HAND IN MINE
I KNOW THAT HEALING YOUR WOUNDS WILL TAKE ITS TIME
TAKING THEIR TOLL ON YOU CONSTANTLY
THESE SPECTRES ARE HAUNTING ME
I WALK BACK HOME ALONE AND YET MY THOUGHTS UNDAUNTING, SEE

I JUST SPENT SEVEN YEARS OF MY LIFE IN A RUT
PRAY TO MYSELF THANK FUCK I AINT CUT
THINK TO MYSELF HOW CLOSE I DONE GOT
SHIT
THINKING BOUT THE CHILDHOOD THAT I WASTED
LOCKED IN THE SHELL OF MY PATIENCE
STARTED IT OUT WITH THE HATRED
BUT TORE IT DOWN TILL DEPRESSION BECAME THE DAYSHIFT

I CAN FEEL IT TOO
I CAN FEEL IT TOO