The last couple days have been a struggle bust
I don't know where to funnel all my emotions
I guess I'll just funnel them all in my head
I'll turn into a cyclone and then I'll be dead
Full of emotions
Don't know where to funnel them
My head is a cyclone
Don't know where to *** go
Sick of the daunting
I don't know what I'm to do
Sick of all the fighting
Maybe I should find the path
I wrote this from a place of sorrow
From yesterday's book I borrowed
But the present and future seem so bright
I want emphasis on this certain life
Full of emotions
Don't know where to funnel them
My head is a cyclone
Don't know where to *** go
Sick of the daunting
I don't know what I'm to do
Sick of all the fighting
Maybe I should find the path
Full of emotions
Don't know where to funnel them
My head is a cyclone
Don't know where to *** go
Sick of the daunting
I don't know what I'm to do
Sick of all the fighting
Maybe I should find the path
Full of emotions
Don't know where to funnel them
My head is a cyclone
Don't know where to *** go
Sick of the daunting
I don't know what I'm to do
Sick of all the fighting