Fortes The Day The Music Died
(Verse 1)
Writing's my only coping method, so every song I'm at risk of sounding just like a broken record, even tho I don't wanna write I will, I'm too young to write my will, remember American Pie? The day the music died, I have a feeling that it was a suicide, I'm before my time, I'm not normal, not borderline, no ones intentions as pure as mine, besides depression and insomnia I'm sure I'm fine, I'm well aware how my aura shine, I'm on a quest to feel more alive, Van Gogh only sold one painting before he died
(Verse 2)
I'm just tryna keep the dream alive, the irony is that I'm sleep deprived, I could've took a flight, but instead I took a road trip and I made sure I took the scenic ride, reminiscing smoking sessions back in my house, smoking glue you was glued onto my couch, I think it's time I have a daughter, my best friend is a father, my baby gonna raise hell, like an angel, I got angels looking down on me now making sure that we all stay well, what does the future hold? I really can't tell
