"Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while but how long will it take before you smile?"
These lies been carrying my soul so that I can feel like I'm even worth a lil bit of gold. That same gold my family been drowning themselves in debt to get even as they get old.
My truth is found in countless scars that sometimes take the form of bars but other times are like mental salmonella cause they just that raw.
Yeah I cry once in a while, but how long will it take before I smile? I don't know sometimes it's a lengthy as a mile and other times I fake a smile just to see if my emotions can still be riled.
On my Johnny Cash shit I'm hurting myself to to see I still feel. But the only thing that's real is the fact that I'm numb to the pain and that's what makes me feel.