...don't bother trying to save me
this is who i am
a lone ranger
a wayfaring stranger
an outlaw, and I saw
this coming
a million years ago,
back when I was mere dust
floating in outer space
but I have to admit man
it hurt. It really hurt
-that dark winters evening in march
standing on the platform at south ken
listening to 2pac life goes on
and not being able to say sorry
you not knowing why I was the way I was
and k I never said anything
because I couldn't say anything
I still can't do goodbyes
I'm still struggling to get by
and f***, I'm hurting
I'm breaking, I'm burning
I'm turning
it all around in my head
-wish I was dead
-wish I was dead
(wish I has said)
something perfect
something that made it all alright
God knows what it's been like
my life, these last few months...
God knows,
but still it blows
but still it blows
that I left like this again....
