Verse one {Performed by Switch}

I want to paint a picture/ express all my thoughts
But can’t with this liquor/ depressed with these shots
Downing all of these pitchers/ A mess so we fought
I’m writing down some scriptures/ a test you were caught
And it’s making me sicker/ I guess you were bought
emotions there’s a mixture/ With stress there’s a lot
Hopeless there’s not a flicker/ so less then a dot
Feeling a little bitter/ Confess that’s my slot
To me your just a blister/ Impressed I am not
But I really miss her/ so I’m not that rock
I’m peeling like a sticker/ looking at the clock
She said I was a quitter/ I can do this walk
I want to paint a picture/ express all my thoughts
But can’t with this liquor/ depressed with these shots
Downing all of these pitchers/ A mess so we fought
I’m writing down some scriptures/ a test you were caught

Hook{Performed by Notebook}

buy another round. write another poem.
you know what? I'm so done
I run like a bloody nose, from insecurities
I used you like a crutch, and I’m weak in the knees
oh no... I run like a bloody nose x3
Oh no....

Verse two{Performed by Switch}

Paper with scribbles/ and modifications
Save her a riddle/ no imagination
I’m feeling little/ not appreciated
It’s not that simple/ I’m inebriated
I’m stuck in the middle/ is the picture painted
I’m fucked in this swivel/ eye’s heavy I’m faded
We collided/ tried but couldn’t survive it
Was misguided/ supplied didn’t revive it
We were blinded/ denied and tried to hide it
Undecided/ pride conquered and we divided
And now I’m standing here alone/ outside and I’m cold
A disease infected to the bone/ with a heart of coal
I’m frozen harder then some stone/ rock with not a soul
A man that’s lost all of his hope/ with nothing to hold
Confused and I dug my own hole/ away from the road
Abused and now i can’t let go/ should’ve long ago

Hook

Verse Three{Performed by Notebook}

why's it hard to let go and not deny it, though I'm frightened by the echo?
so, I stuff it down, fight, and grind the threshold
to my surprise, the higher that it climbs and gets repressed
no hold could tighten up its grip and continue to bind the vice and press lower...
my arms are feeling lifeless; they dangle beside me
siphoning cable to drive a body of pain through an I.V
why me? the pity is killing me quicker than execution
retribution for the death consuming all of my flesh and loose-ends
you win, you win; I'm tapping out and moving on
the last laugh? you can have it, 'cause I'm through with balling fists
all I did was try to be the bigger guy and never quit, but times have changed
wisdom likes to tell me not to get trapped inside your cage
don't swim towards a current full of tidal waves
don't grip a sword and curse the fool igniting pain
it lives to hurt your nerves with grueling mind games
side-frame with the flash on; don't turn your eyes
stay focused. they know this. won't hear or see my evil,
believe or fear those invisible people here that speak through
following the marks that I left in the sand
when I thought that if I walked, they would dread every step,
disconnect, never again poke at me; but sadly,
they attempt when they can; and bring all this past baggage to the forefront
gore, blood, and torn guts sprayed across my door but,
I tell 'em give me more, son. do it 'til you're emptied out
a lack of fear and letting go is my obsession now

HOOK