Make My Way - Ren

Make my way

I’ll make my way, believe me

Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy

They say that sleep is the cousin of death

And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath

Make my way

I’ll make my way, believe me

Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy

They say that sleep is the cousin of death

And so I keep pushing forward to my last breath

I haven’t slept in almost three whole nights

The sun, it hurts my eyes

And I prefer the night when, the world it doesn’t move

My brain don’t feel right, feels computerized

Don’t switch, consume my mind

Chemicals don’t seem to suit

So I lie away, just making decent breaks

It’s like the music takes me to a place where there’s no pain

So I make my way, yeah I make my way

Make my way

I’ll make my way, believe me

Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy

They say that sleep is the cousin of death

And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath

Make my way

I’ll make my way, believe me

Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy

They say that sleep is the cousin of death

And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath

My world is shaped like bedroom floors and skirting boards

My brain is all but crystal clear

It’s 4:30 a.m. here, on my laptop in full gear

Making beats that play my speakers

Seek to reach the hemisphere

Sun, it rises, fills the skies, alludes me like a cavalier

I feel hope but yet so broke

I walk a rope, the tightest rope

I cannot escape, my mind is broke

My thoughts are inside the microscope

And I’m soaked, swimmin' in seas full of salt

Drowning in solitude, drowning my thoughts

Swimmin' in rivers of babylon

Bubbling, troubling and holding me down by my throat

I try to be that joke

I’m clinging onto hope

The problems of this world live in the lump inside my throat

I’ve fallen hard from grace, my angels hide their face but hey

I’ll make my way

Make my way

I’ll make my way, believe me

Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy

They say that sleep is the cousin of death

And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath

Make my way

I’ll make my way, believe me

Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy

They say that sleep is the cousin of death

And so I keep pushing forward to my last breath

What-what-what-what went wrong?

What went wrong, went wrong?

Wrong, wrong

W-w-w-w-went wrong

Wrong

What went wrong?