These lyrics are my writing about the things I talk to my PTSD Therapist about Everytime I go,it's about wanting to be who I was before that contract more

Yeah, trouble been followin’ me my whole life, Bad crowds, fast cars, bad rolls of the dice. Run from the cops, from myself, from the truth, Tryna drown all the pain in a bottle and a booth. But now when it whispers, I hear it subtle, I don’t chase it no more — I anticipate trouble.more

A quiet reflection on identity and belonging, captured in the stillness of the city at dawn.more