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Still Real

from #oneAweek Vol. III by Buck Bowen

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The feelings are still real lonely nights at home the emotions spill
Got so far yet caught off guard this broken heart seems hard to heal
Got to get out the bed, out the house, out my head
Out my mind, out of time, slowly draining down the pipe

Life is so brittle and short, leaving you wondering if there is more
Making you think that you’re making believe and the things that you see are illusions of sorts
Confusion galore, window closed so I chose the door
Try to make sense of the situation depression has me cornered but that’s just the norm

So I walk it out, memories everywhere visions abound
I try to escape but I can’t get away it’s so clear to me there is no getting around
I cry then I laugh, the weeds have outgrown taken over the grass
The things that I know keep on holding me back put a noose on my neck I’m hung up on the past

I’m looping again, stuck on thoughts think stupid shit
Need no reminder to realize I made mistakes yeah truth’s a bitch
Feeling left behind, soon replaced by what’s next in line
I guess it’s time, to check my life, and figure out what I’m ‘a do with what’s left of mine

I know it gets better, I know the sun’s shining in spite of the weather
I don’t need reminding just trust me I’m fine OK maybe I’m not but yo what the fuck ever
It’s dark in here, driving fast car starts to veer
The voice of reason is hard to hear, but I think I see a little tiny spark appear

It’s enough to keep going, enough for me to compete with emotion
Enough for me to keep battling back when the madness attacks and I’m so fucking hopeless
Filled with regret, unable to cope I can’t deal with this shit
Feeling like I’m Maximillian Cohen in the bathroom bout to put a drill to my head

Nobody gets it if you say you do then I know that you missed it
I don’t need your input what I need from you is to shut the fuck up lend an ear and just listen
I’m floating away, the water runs deep I don’t know what to say
I guess I’ll keep swimming cause at the end it is a black hole of darkness that swallows this place

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from #oneAweek Vol. III, track released December 9, 2019

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"Trying to bridge the growing gap between 'would-be' and 'has-been.'"

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