bang bang Lyrics by paris jackson
waking, shaking, fading, scraping out
bottom of his grave
i hate me, lately, i blame me i’m stained with doubt
just looking to be saved
pieces that remain
sick and tireda being sick and tired and i cannot find a little piece of mind to breathe
maybe i i don’t need to hide underneath my lies and the face of my disease
somedays i’m crawling can’t help but falling down
tryna turn it around
dream of freedom but i can’t wear my halo cuz i’m holding on tethered to the sound
buried is the crown
