JayMin - Cold

People they gonna lie, oh yeah
Friend is you one of mine, oh yeah
Take my hand if you wanna try, oh yeah
I'm alone and I'm done inside, oh yeah
If I told you 'bout my pain, would you try to understand
And if I told you why I been this way, would you understand
If you love me, then please speak close
And don't hold back, 'cause I need those
Gave my gold heart, to these weak souls
Now my heart cold, Shaq free throw, whoa   
If I cry tonight would you understand
If I die tonight would you understand

My demons catching me slipping, I think that I'm running too fast and I'm outta my pace
and shit
Smiles that I have is fake as shit, cannot describe all the pain I feel
Cause I keep it all concealed, I was wrong when I thought this shit was real
Gave you all of me I thought you know the deal, I thought you know the deal
Now I don't give a fuck how it once was
Ain't nobody help when that pressure amongst us, crazy what love does
Depression took over, my mind was corrupted from times that they judged us
Don't know the pain, putting tats on they arms just to cover the scars where them cuts was
Think it's a game, strength for some damage ain't a even exchange, in need of some change
Yeah, I need the help, everyone sleep on me why would I sleep on myself
Mama ain't ever seen M's so its right that I go & put Ms & 2 g's on her belts
My heart is on freeze 'till the day it melts, remember I folded when aces was dealt
But I ain't complaining I made it this far without nobody help & that bad mental health when I hated myself
Times was so hard man I hated myself
Ain't know what to do so I'm blamin myself
Took everyones was pressure & blame on my self
Man I swear to god I really hated myself

People they gonna lie, oh yeah
Friend is you one of mine, oh yeah
Take my hand if you wanna try, oh yeah
I'm alone and I'm done inside, oh yeah
If I told you 'bout my pain, would you try to understand
And if I told you why I been this way, would you understand
If you love me, then please speak close
And don't hold back, 'cause I need those
Gave my gold heart, to these weak souls
Now my heart cold, Shaq free throw, whoa   
If I cry tonight would you understand
If I die tonight would you understand

Written by:
Nick Jaiman, Thomas Plamenco

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