heaven

Think I might've died and gone to heaven...
Looking over there at me, at seven...
Why is my soul crying, why are my dreams dying
I think I might've died and gone to heaven
Disassociating the experience
Gilded happy smile in the appearance
Lose all the feel in my feet, all I feel is retreat start to creep in on me
Losing the grip to keep going, I know that
The drugs got control over me
But I keep on smiling and struggling
Trying to be the best version of me these days
Things be different these days
Shit ain't the same
These days
Time
Where does the time go
Where does my mind go
When we all fall asleep, where do I go
Question with no answer, what the fuck yo
Standing alone in this room by myself
Selfies and lights and balloons for myself
Sticking my tongue out for you and myself
I'm seeing some parts of you in myself
Seven-year-hopeful, improve in myself
I feel the distance between you and myself
I'm missing all of my youth in myself
Try and hold on to improve in myself
But darkness wins, ain't no choosing myself