Paper Planes

A mental diary, 18th of August, 2020;

I'm fucking... so... just done, man. If there wasn't people fucking nearby I could start crying. Easy. There's like tears right there man, ready to go...

I'm sitting in the midland's sky praying for a change

My teardrops keep on falling just like the pouring rain

I didn't know it then but I was in my darkest days

So I write my dreams on paper planes and let them fly away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"

I wish I knew that heavy hearts maxed credit cards will go away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"

Thank God I knew when life gets hard I'll wear the scars of yesterday

I'll writе my dreams on paper planes

Sеnd them up, up and away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it's okay

It's all gonna be okay

My mind is like a wrecking ball, destruction in its way

And I've been working fourteen hours for just as many days

My brother sees my crying, but it's not that kind of pain

So I write my dreams on paper planes and let them fly away[Chorus]

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"

I wish I knew that heavy hearts, maxed credit cards will go away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"

Thank God I knew when life gets hard I'll wear the scars of yesterday

I'll write my dreams on paper planes

Send them up, up and away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it's okay

It's all gonna be okay

And... I just... Life man...

What the fuck?

I feel just mentally and emotionally drained to fuck... And holding it in is taking its toll...

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"

I wish I knew that heavy hearts, maxed credit cards will go away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"

Thank God I knew when life gets hard I'll wear the scars of yesterday

I'll write my dreams on paper planes

Send them up, up and away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it's okay

It's all gonna be okay