[ Featuring tauwoo ]
Hook
Weak trees don't grow
(That part of me goes, I know)
Part of me seems untold
(That part of me seems unsolved)
Are we seasoned strangers?
(Seasoned strangers)
Tolling on the waste, I don't
(Don't want to waste it)
Verse #1
She got a kid, she got a job, already feels the pressure
Dark and alone, she got a phone but still it's hard to catch her
She got all these expectations, alcohols the best sedation, can't defeat the stress she's anxious, now we need some explanations. (Explanations)
Now I need some explanations we can stick wit, don't say you love me this morning when actions contradict it
Everything I said she flipped it, argue till we get sick, never fix shit, grab ya purse and ya lipstick, dip quick, like an emotional misfit.
Everyone got problems most can fix, without searching for something sharp to slit they wrist wit, just put my name on the list wit.
The millions of others, suffering daily with they sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers, spouses and lovers
I'm getting annoyed wit doctors and they constant deployment of meds instead a simple call and all this could be avoided
The people you've toyed wit, families and the things you destroyed just being careless, mental health awareness needs to be voiced so I'm saying
Hook
Weak trees don't grow
(That part of me goes, I know)
Part of me seems untold
(That part of me seems unsolved)
Are we seasoned strangers?
(Seasoned strangers)
Tolling on the waste, I don't
(Don't want to waste it)
Verse #2
We need to phase
It's coming away
Sudden doors to a waste dump
Do we need to go in and save her
Do we need to come here and grow
Verse #3
I got a shoulder you can cry on days when you feel helpless
I got ya back, I'm a be there the day that no one else is
I can relate cus I felt this, we can debate mental healthness, people that make it rebellious think of themselves and never the wellness
Of those that struggle life spiral into a steep regression, physically they weak and while sinking into a deep depression
Mentally they screaming while seeking some relief and affection, deceived and believe it must be ME when they see their reflection.
Hook
Weak trees don't grow
(That part of me goes, I know)
Part of me seems untold
(That part of me seems unsolved)
Are we seasoned strangers?
(Seasoned strangers)
Tolling on the waste, I don't
(Don't want to waste it)
