*Harmonies*

(Verse)

Mama cooking dinner on an earth day.
Sister in the kitchen looking thirsty
Brother with a lover tryna run and hide.
Focused on the voices that I here inside.
Fighting,
the gloom,
the lightning,
the doom,
I cant tell time when my minds consumed.
I am not me when my fear balloons.
I am not myself.
I am some self else.
And I never realize when I come to,
depression dripping in through the sunroof.
Confessions from your kin that'll hunt you.
Messages from friends that don't love you, love you.
Perception tends to bend in a bubble,
so who you reaching to when the truth gets in trouble,
i minimize the view so I can see the whole puzzle,
I never was confused that I'm uglier than you,
yeah that's ugly but it's true.
Dismissed to my room on the regular.
Black sheep missing social beats so they scared of ya.
Pisces with the tendencies of hysteria,
Blame society for anxiety,
Then my momma speaks:

Jolene:
Did you realize your best investment is yourself?
Don't you realize you just need a little help?
Can't ya see that your blackening your mental health?
Burning all your inner wealth,
turning to nobody else.

(Verse cont.)

That hit me hard like a brick sack.
Easily she makes a fiction fact,
before I feel attacked.
Then back to the blackboard of my souls,
wash it clear noticing the fear hoping she can make it:

(Chorus)

Go,
Away.
Hey, hey.
Make it Go.
Away.
Hey, hey.

(Verse)

Papa in the kitchen on my birthday.
Uncle talking loud with that wordplay.
Cousin with a bottle on the underside.
Lost all my thoughts but at least I tried.
Fighting,
the gloom,
the lightning,
the doom,
I can't tell time when my minds consumed.
I am not me when my fear balloons.
I am not myself I'm so when my fear balloons,
I am not myself I am some self else.
And I never feel the shine when it comes through.
The essence in my mind starts to mildew.
The pressure of the times in my rearview.
Depression takes a while but it feels you, feels you.
Acceptance always hides behind a double
so who you reaching to when your lies become a puddle.
I bend the silver spoon when my mind begins to muddle.
He never left a bruise and now I understand abuse
Yeah thats ugly but it's truth.
Climbed up to the roof on the regular
flighty with the psyche so they're scared of ya
crises in your light-beam from hysteria
blame society for anxietyThen my momma speaks:

Jolene:
Did you realize your best investment is yourself?
Don't you realize you just need a little help?
Can't ya see that your blackening your mental health?
Burning all your inner wealth,
turning to nobody else.

(Verse cont.)

That hit me hard like a brick sack.
Easily she makes a fiction fact,
before I feel attacked.
Then back to the blackboard of my souls,
wash it clear noticing the fear hoping she can make it:

(Chorus)