Worth Of My Words, Pt. 1

I swear I love my music but can't bare the stuff I'm going through

I never should've told you because now you know I'm vulnerable

There's blood on all the leaves and my bloody wrists are open

I don't have no money trees, a whisky feen, I said I'm hopeless

Is music my therapy? Yes

A counseling session for the stress

Getting my aggression off my chest

A way to make sense of the mess

In this twisted mind of mine these words become my worth

Which is why I'm so obsessive 'bout the way I pen a verse

A temporary fix that can switch the way I work

Use the high from my adrenaline, It's easy when I'm hurt