These days my mind is all over the place,
the rare moments I'm sober
tears stroll down my face.
I get the feeling that it's almost over,
I'm living on a prayer
because my Auntie told me talk to Jesus.
Love is rare
and the stars aren't aligned to please us.
My family say I'm never around
the girls that love me want to hate me.
They never know when I'm in town
keep telling me "you ain't shit lately."
The eyes in the mirror are full of deceit
but like you, at the end of the day I lay down and go to sleep.
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