I left a letter on the dresser saying âIâll be home soonâ,
this repetition has you sitting all alone in our room,
but understand Iâm like a bottle at sea,
like a vessel with a message waiting for the world to read
Turnaround, I feel like I could use a change,
Iâd finally have a chance to breathe
Everything Iâve ever known
Iâve sacrificed with hopes Iâd find a turnaround
A million things to say but somehow only a few words fit,
I want to make a change, instead Iâve ripped this notebook to shit
âcause Iâve been trying to find the perfect sentence,
thatâll finally make a difference, may their eyes and ears be open
If only I could show you, let you open up my mind,
dig your nails into the back of my brain and separate the spine,
youâd see that I only want whatâs best,
I want to be the voice that makes itâs way right inside their chest