Intro

I reflect on the past and draft my outlines read through my pages

To get past the high reels on my timeline, no Facebooking

I’m sociable so I share my problems like it's FaceTime

Connecting you to my life better than a live feed, I’m imperfect but destined for change

I’m not valued by my impression rate I take my own path the straight and narrow

And at this rate, I’ll make sure get through heavens gate, by faith not sight

Too many blind leading the blind I didn’t want a suicide note

Pilot thought crucifying Him would have dampened all hope, but it didn’t

So I jumped the ledge sacrificing myself, my heart, my all

But you don't hear real music like this too often on the media

‘Cause artists are too busy faking Tourette's or pretend they’re having a seizure