Hear a blast coming from the back
Fear the sight as I look back shattered glass
Fear the night that guy's coming back
Fear what might happen something bad
PTSD see the stress deepens bad thoughts keep creeping
Of that sound followed by bleeding
Gunshot through window pane got me stressed and i can't maintain
Behind the trigger I'm my in my aim
Everyone who I knew played games
Changed for the fame me is the only name I'll claim
Seeking the light in the darkest of days
Bury my microphone with me when I go in the grave
Carry the wеight of entire globes thats еveryday
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