6nStonez

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak

Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me

As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me

What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety

And sobriety, or lack thereof

Those you love hurt you most so why would I share love?

I done let me lose it all and I did not care once

Cuz, what'll come is meant to come