PSYCHOTHERAPY. (DEMO)

[Intro: Byron Henderson & Marina Rivera]

{Harmonizing}

Okay

I've carried so much hate for you
For what felt like eons, your reflection reflected flaws of a silhouette behind bars
But regardless of outcome, you wore your sins to show all
Keep in mind, you aren't the only one that has suffered
Fingers crossed your babies stay focused
Because whether it's poles you swing on or polls you vote in
The lies of the world are potent
You won't save them, that isn't what your goal is
I need you to know this:
The end is hеre
Avenge us

Whatеver's meant to be will venture back to me
20, 13, 4, 11

[Verse 1: Byron Henderson]
B Sides for the Broken, mm
Back with this epilogue I'll give you
Life is a void, more or less
I've been wrecking into every blessing overshadowed by each untimely death ensuing
Walls caving and I'm privy to it
Threw the crutches aside
I don't really care enough to beg your God to get me through it
I ain't gon run or hide from it
Negative energy robbed me of my life, and if I'm bout to die from it
This high is goodbye, least I died at my height
That's nightmarish to a few of y'all
Watch them die, pretend it wasn't you involved in this slow psychological decline
While you sat thinking he could do it all
You better make sure to forever keep the energy I noticed you've been having
Think I won't wake up
No ill will, cause all I ever heard was laughter
Strobe lights and repeated flashes from every little piece of plastic
Red, white, and blue
Like television, they just watched anger meeting sadness
Look at the world around you
Should've known you were prone to depression
And therapy, not till your demons surround you
Sucking you dry, but living's a blessing
See, people discriminate, but that trauma won't, so don't you accept it
And people trade on you, including your momma, just trying to learn you a lesson

[Hook: Byron Henderson]
I know I'm moving fast, and ain't no keeping up with me
Devil at my door to let me know he's seen enough of me
Soul stuck in limbo, bent over backwards just for peace
But if I never come back, is it a loss or luxury

See, I done lost a lot and just gave everything left up
So if I somehow make it back alive, where has that left us
A magnet to the trouble of my past I must confess cause–
A new life ain't as certain as my death was

[Verse 2: Byron Henderson]
Got a little bit of energy left
I was slipping when Kelsey was giving me breath
Liyah giving me life when it's giving me stress
So I'm dipping, been MIA
Missing out on spitting images, but could I feel any less
Cause most people don't know what healing is
Living oblivious, matters they make worse
Sex trafficking all in the city
But really to many, these women, they ain't worth it
On my worst day, I mentally riot
Cause to be honest, it could always be Kels or Aaliyah
That would've hit me in the worst way, so why would I keep quiet?
I've been on edge
Had to shelter myself for the health of others cause my mental state has really gone bad
Something's off, double checking hallways
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Whose reluctancy to sleep when his bed calls has him bout to fall flat like he knew he would all along, wait
Came a long way from the wrong way
Fearing dying young, thinking all day
I've been off beat
Frostbitten heart, for the longest been stuck in the wrong place
I don't want sleep, taunted by the thought of if I don't wake
F a thought, because I know I won't wake up
Flatline in the place I considered safe
Though my eyes won't stay shut for long, if I can help it
Dealt with grief
Watching Mary go round like recurring visions of a cop turned into a selfish thief
People turned memories ain't helping me

[Bridge: Byron Henderson]
When apparitions can visit at will, digging deeper ditches
The difference is real, I can feel I'm fading fast
And my jaded past got me sick as I stiffen and chill

Cause when apparitions can visit at will, digging deeper ditches
The difference is real, I can feel I'm fading fast
And my jaded past got me sick as I stiffen and chill, hey

[Hook: Byron Henderson]
I know I'm moving fast, and ain't no keeping up with me
Devil at my door to let me know he's seen enough of me
Soul stuck in limbo, bent over backwards just for peace
But if I never come back {static}

[Outro: Byron Henderson]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

There is blood on my shoes, and I understand that I have to take accountability. However, this is where my accountability ends and theirs begins