Psilocybe

I hope you know I'm trying my best but
I don't know myself I've lost touch with everything
I wish I could get back, the way I was on track
But now I'm a shell that's empty

Oh I should've known so much better
That when the colder the weather
The more problems would arise

And the tides were fucking turning
And my insides always churning
But I wouldn't stop the lies

There's nothing left to hold on
Burned the fire too long
What makes me
What makes me
I left all my joy for views
Is this really you
What makes me
What makes me, me

(Who are you)

There's nothing left to hold on
Burned the fire too long
What makes me
What makes me
I left all my joy for views
Is this really you
What makes me
What makes me, me

I should've known so much better
That when the colder the weather
The biggest problems arise

And to try and grow while learning
That your intentions undeserving
Is the hope to someday thrive