Drop

You can have the world in the palm of your hands and still may drop it

Your heart just might beat real fast

That text might stop it

Compliments just might fill up ya head

That man gon pop it

It don’t matter just honest ya are

Your phone ? You gon lock it

Been in bed for a while done a lot of cryin

In my head for while think I’m kinda dyin

In the world, yeah I smile

Think I’m tired of tryin

Yeah I talk, yeah I laugh

Lots of internal sighin

I’m sick of it, it’s bullshit man

U

I hope it all goes well for you

After our goodbye

I’ll be back to normal

After a good long cry

I’ll be asking myself

All the big questions, WHY

I’ll be fighting the urge

Of wanting to die

I’ll be sulking and wishing

Things would go right

I’ll be pretending and wishing

You were still here at night

I’ll be wishing you’d die

I’ll be holding your ghost tight

I’ll be waiting for your demise

While I laugh at your plight