Wilting Rose
Warsheep, London
honter ona beat ho!
i feel like a ranger but i’m still a lone
tryna keep it real feeling like a clone (yeah)
i didn’t loose my way but i don’t feel at home
tryna find my way but there ain’t no roads
but there ain’t no roads (yeah)
gliding through life feeling like a drone
i’m backed up to a corner got to fight my own
i’m backed up to a corner got to fight my own (yeah)
i don’t know what i own
i don’t know what i own yeah
demons they’ve taken everything i only own my thoughts
at least that’s what i thought
and now they’ve taken everything, and that includes my thought
they make me smile even though it hurts
i keep moving, and yes i’m hurting
I've been smiling through the pain
here’s what i know
who i am? no
i’m a wilting rose!
