(Verse 1) I hit a wall again, thinking not again, the graffiti on it read, I - Don't - know, that answered why I never saw ahead, so with a knotted Head, well, it was time to roll, the sky is autumn red, heading where Fiefel goes, I find where my problems went on these type of strolls Here i fight the blows and try to find some growth, I thought em dead But they were idle woes, pops see's the world through his Kaleidoscope, I don't even think he can see the pipe he smokes, I gave Up on him a long time ago, to let him glide on hope, now i found he Hit different kinda low, got his daughter to try his dope, i held her Crying soul, and if he has one, well his is its dying slow, she's the Last angel that would guide him so, when his lighter dulls i hope he Finds a better light that glows (Chorus) I didn't wanna write this nor did I wanna live the situation, I don't Even like this song I'm too disappointed in the inspiration (Verse 2) Promised skies, are disguised, polished lies when there's nowhere to Go, the bottom line, That's where honest lies, waiting for us at our Lowest of low, my pulse is slow conversing with the vulture and crow World on my back and my shoulders are cold, I bury burdens in the same Ground i go for the gold, so as I dig deep both get exposed, How do I Tell the man that showed me the ropes, that either he's let go or they Broke, and he's fallen and made a home of a hole, thats too dark to See so he don't notice it tho, What do I tell my sister I showed all The ropes, when she says she loves dad but she's over it so, to hold Her rope she's letting go of her hope, pop's either sober or ghost (Chorus) I didn't wanna write this, nor did i want to live the situation I don't even like this song.. im too disappointed in the inspiration