Chorus: Things are getting out of control, feels like i'm runnin out of soul You are getting heavy to hold, think i'll be letting you go Verse 1 My self portrait shows a man that the wealth tortured Self absorbed with his own self offer to shelf all the awards Worshiping the warships to set sail on my sea of life Where i see my own self and wonder if we still see alike We was tight seein lights, speaking right, and breathing life Now i see my demons and barely even sleep at night I don't get high life keep me at a decent height As the old me i predicted all my recent plights Exhausted trying to fall asleep losses at my recent fights Burdens on my shoulders now burning all my motives down Inspiration drying up motivation slowing down Chorus Verse 2: I'm begging you don't let me go We vowe (vowel) like the letter o To never go our seperate ways or spin off into seperate shows Tired of all the words their changin playin all these extra roles Fueled with all these different spirits livin off these seperate souls Point in life is getting hollow can't wait for the exit hole Give me room to entry wound let me end or let me go So i can roam around this wilderness see it for what it really is i'm prepared and filterless Magnify the euphemy alibi the shooting spree Amplify the revolution sanitize the lunacy Strip away the justice justify the scrutiny I can see the lasers shootin out of you and me Chorus Sometimes i feel like the world Sometimes i feel like the world is against me And everything that i've done before i swear we used to be so pure But we can't be in love no more cuz i don't wanna fight this war But when i put down my gun i turn around and pick up one This uzi weighs a ton but i think i'm done Chorus Sarah: Think i'll be letting you go Things are getting, getting out of control Said it feels like, like i'm running out of soul You're getting heavy to hold, think i'll be letting you go