strung up

[Intro]
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[Verse: HALO]
Stringing up my guitar on my bedroom floor
The black one, with the rosewood fretboard
I strum a note and it doesn't sound right
Reminds me of myself
Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I don't even have my degree
Or diploma
Or anything else to have a hold of
Years with nothing to show
Yet I'm told to hold on

[Verse: keyesgen]
(Shouldn't I be proud of my progress?)
(Even though, due to life, I had to reset?)
(Shouldn't I be proud of my progress?)
(Even though, due to life, I had to reset?)

[Chorus: HALO]
(Warning!) My brain goes "Your honour, my ass is making mid"
When I've gone on different roads than others did
I need to string up my soul to the ceiling to rid
My anxious mind of oxygen
Yet, I know a doubtful look when I see it
Haven't you made mistakes in life that didn't mean shit?
Call me bold, or whatever, but at least I can admit
That paths to success aren't perfect

[Verse: Micah Callari]
I heard a rumour that could be the truth
I never knew how to cope in my youth
I told myself all sorts of excuses
To use for some help when it came time to choose
What I'll do to adapt and move on
From the things I did, right and wrong
If I can't hit the notes in this song
Make a lie and keep carrying on
I've made some mistakes, but my growth is a statement
To suck up and take it, and prove I belong

[Verse: HALO]
And I tuned up my high E
And it snapped!
That's another couple of bucks I won't get back!
My mind's constantly under fucking attack
Yet I'm worried I'm cutting myself way too much slack
All these thoughts are stabbing me in my own back!

[Chorus: HALO]
(Warning!) My brain goes "Your honour, my ass is making mid"
When I've gone on different roads than others did
I need to string up my soul to the ceiling to rid
My anxious mind of oxygen
Yet, I know a doubtful look when I see it
Haven't you made mistakes in life that didn't mean shit?
Call me bold, or whatever, but at least I can admit
That paths to success aren't perfect