Missing gem by Torn Lyrics
[Verse]
Hazy as shit
I’m used to acting crazy but tonight I’m falling into lazy cliches
My mind ain’t ready for this
It was me who put me into this shit
Don’t know what else to do, feels like I don’t belong in this crib
Man my house is the worst place to be
I don’t have a job but I plan to see the doctor more often
Drug problems are going to be the death of me
The biggest issue was out the boundaries, shadows keep on following
Lately I’ve been wondering how close the reaper is
For me that shit gon be a mystery til i’m history
Suicide the option for closure ‘cause only nobody’s listening
Nobody’s life glistening, I’ve been attacked with fire and brimstone
Eternal flame scorching me
If God came back again I’d be the first he’s torturing
They tell me to pray but I ain’t trusting him
He left me here to rot and thanks to that I’m crumbling
He ain’t testing me he wants me deceased
Satan will give me what I want, almighty won’t let me rest in peace
My friends don’t understand how broke a nigga soul can be
Nobody grasps the knowledge, all of you too blind to see
It’s not even worth explaining the horrors my mind foresees
The edge is close to me, I’m already falling through it
Nobody gives a fuck about the music
It’s just a tool for me to keep on making excuses to never stop using
‘Cause my family ain’t treating me right
Only thing left for me is the demons at night
No opportunities at sight, I’m mentally disturbed
My brain scarred from just barely living in this world
If somebody could stop, listen and observe
They’d realize the gem that’s missing in the gauntlet is torned
Wallet is empty, no refill in this store
So there’s no motivation to stay, a nigga be needing to go
Hazy as shit
I’m used to acting crazy but tonight I’m falling into lazy cliches
My mind ain’t ready for this
It was me who put me into this shit
Don’t know what else to do, feels like I don’t belong in this crib
Man my house is the worst place to be
I don’t have a job but I plan to see the doctor more often
Drug problems are going to be the death of me
The biggest issue was out the boundaries, shadows keep on following
Lately I’ve been wondering how close the reaper is
For me that shit gon be a mystery til i’m history
Suicide the option for closure ‘cause only nobody’s listening
Nobody’s life glistening, I’ve been attacked with fire and brimstone
Eternal flame scorching me
If God came back again I’d be the first he’s torturing
They tell me to pray but I ain’t trusting him
He left me here to rot and thanks to that I’m crumbling
He ain’t testing me he wants me deceased
Satan will give me what I want, almighty won’t let me rest in peace
My friends don’t understand how broke a nigga soul can be
Nobody grasps the knowledge, all of you too blind to see
It’s not even worth explaining the horrors my mind foresees
The edge is close to me, I’m already falling through it
Nobody gives a fuck about the music
It’s just a tool for me to keep on making excuses to never stop using
‘Cause my family ain’t treating me right
Only thing left for me is the demons at night
No opportunities at sight, I’m mentally disturbed
My brain scarred from just barely living in this world
If somebody could stop, listen and observe
They’d realize the gem that’s missing in the gauntlet is torned
Wallet is empty, no refill in this store
So there’s no motivation to stay, a nigga be needing to go