Filanthropy - dreams

Self-doubt
Running out
Take a second
Hear me out
I been on
All these things
Trynna teach my dreams
I been on
All these things
Trynna reach my dreams now

Like this is me looking to the future
I keep grinding for the view I won't stop till I have achieved it
If this all falls away, and I'm left with empty plate
There's no guarantee I'll stick around to see another day
I've been doing this since 16
Doing this till 6 feet
Life remains a mystery
Trynna pause the misery
Used to live in blue
Now it's shifting to a grey eclipse
Pretty pretty when the sun gets low
Rest up on the cliffs

Monday morning running high
With Tuesday coming, happy night
Wednesday rolling, fine tonight
Thursday tripping into fright
Friday night with Friday lights
Saturday I feel okay
With Sunday all I feel is grey

Everything repeating like the stutter
When upset
Pull me under
No regret
When I look at my reflection
All I see is rose red
Mistakes I've made
Came into view
Person that I saw
Not the one I knew
Bullet in the chamber
Take a second just to reminisce
I aim it in the mirror
Let it fly
No I won't miss
Yeah
No I won't miss

Said I won't miss
Shattered pieces of the mirror lay round scattered like my heart
You really did me damn dirty
Clipping me right from the start
But I will not give you satisfaction
Take it off your cart
Like damn, it hurt two weeks
I let it go quite passively
Now I'm chasing dreams far bigger than you ever could achieve
Or just believe
Hardly perceive
The thoughts I keep
The plans I make
I blocked you twice
Just catch the hint
Will not be eating at my table when the feast has filled the plates
But give a call to jack for me
Tell him i said hi, then don't ever talk to me again
I'm done with all lies you told me, claiming that you know me
Talking down, don't talk me down
I'll speak the damned truth
But my
Emotions stay in a cycle

Monday morning running high
With Tuesday coming, happy night
Wednesday rolling, fine tonight
Thursday tripping into fright
Friday night with Friday lights
Saturday I feel okay
With Sunday all I feel is grey

I said
Monday morning running high
With Tuesday coming, happy night
Wednesday rolling, fine tonight
Thursday tripping into fright
Friday night with Friday lights
Saturday I feel okay
With Sunday all I feel is grey

There is nothing you can tell me that will flip my mind around
You made your choice
I made mine too
We all got demons we can't turn from
Run away
Try to forget
But nothing ever will suffice
And fill that hole inside your chest
The one you put with your mistakes
Yeah
All big regrets
You hold on to
It barely fazes me today
So this is it
I'm calling quits
I'm done with you
And all your ****
You messed me up
I almost quit
But not tonight
I stand my ground
I stand for me and truth and hope
Not what you told me
Made me believe

I am not what you said
I will not follow suit
I am done with the chains you have laid on my neck
I still have those dreams
Where I see you and scream
Yeah
But their less and they're less
Making room for my other dreams

Written by:
Jonathan Ustinenkov

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