Saint T - I've Fallen Lyrics

Just recently I was considering suicide
The past seventeen years were the only thing that was on my mind
I’ve been to hell and back, from this point onwards, it will all decline
I’m killing off my body, I’m already dead on the inside
You ain’t gotta talk bout me, nah
Nah, please don’t talk bout me, nah
I already see your looks in the halls, your my anxiety dealer
I’ve got stress fever
Music is my healer
There's this sense of joy when I hear my voice through that speaker
But I can’t match the score that life set out for me
I can’t equalise the negatives when positives are brief
I can’t keep climbing these rocks, when I don’t have time for grief
Dear God, you took Rox away, you’re a fucking thief
So I’ll just keep on fighting for the memory of peace
Reminiscing times where we didn’t need belief
Life was so much easier when dad was home to greet
I had to step up to keep my family complete
Man of the house before I was 13
And when those other men took over, I was so relived
But they just come and go, click, collect then straight delete
Guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree
I’m fighting with myself, I just wanna fucking die
There’s pictures of her love in my tears when I cry
You’ll never understand the guilt I felt at that time
Cuz I’ll never let you in, not after all the tears I’ve cried
I’ve been beaten to the ground, therapy is advised
I have fought a mental war and they say I’m traumatised
I just need some fucking pills but the doctor won’t prescribe
But my age won’t matter when I’m coughing up my life
I’m just lucky that my friends care for me
We’ve all gone through pain but they all bare for me
There is hope for me and it’s all there to see
But I know I’ll fall if I don’t tread carefully

Just recently I was considering suicide
The past seventeen years were the only thing that was on my mind
I’ve been to hell and back, from this point onwards, it will all decline
I’m killing off my body, I’m already dead on the inside
You ain’t gotta talk bout me, nah
Nah, please don’t talk bout me, nah
I already see your looks in the halls, your my anxiety dealer
I’ve got stress fever
Music is my healer
There's this sense of joy when I hear my voice through that speaker
But I can’t match the score that life set out for me
I can’t equalise the negatives when positives are brief
I can’t keep climbing these rocks, when I don’t have time for grief
Dear God, you took Rox away, you’re a fucking thief
So I’ll just keep on fighting for the memory of peace
Reminiscing times where we didn’t need belief
Life was so much easier when dad was home to greet
I had to step up to keep my family complete
Man of the house before I was 13
And when those other men took over, I was so relived
But they just come and go, click, collect then straight delete
Guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree
I’m fighting with myself, I just wanna fucking die
There’s pictures of her love in my tears when I cry
You’ll never understand the guilt I felt at that time
Cuz I’ll never let you in, not after all the tears I’ve cried
I’ve been beaten to the ground, therapy is advised
I have fought a mental war and they say I’m traumatised
I just need some fucking pills but the doctor won’t prescribe
But my age won’t matter when I’m coughing up my life
I’m just lucky that my friends care for me
We’ve all gone through pain but they all bare for me
There is hope for me and it’s all there to see
But I know I’ll fall if I don’t tread carefully