1. Vantage, in another words, Vintage
2. Hip-Pop, which means, Hip-Hop
3. Hey New, which was supposedly, Black Girl
Here I am, back at work.
And for the first time in life,
I was glad to drag myself outta bed in the morning.
Hur strange huh?
Been having the strangest dreams/nightmares.
And my busy mind just have no idea
what S-T-O-P means.
It's been running a marathon ever since god knows when.
So much so that I can hear my thoughts talking to me.
And for the first time after so long,
I'm able to face myself,
and not run away.
I've been living in my own bubble, yes i know that.
I am weird, yes I know that.
I need to heal, yes I know that.
I have major issues to sort out, yes I know that.
I need help, yes I know that.
But you know what?
I cannot deal with asking for help, not anymore.
Neither do I want to face anybody.
I'm sorry friends, Cole needs to be alone for awhile.
There's so many doubts within myself that
it's starting to scare the shit outta me.
Ghosts of the past,
they're starting to haunt me, all over again.
This is the result of running away,
everytime pain starts chasing after you.
This is my comfort zone,
it dosen't matter if it means emptiness.
But one thing I'm sure of,
I am not ready to step out of it,
into a selfish world full of doubts and lies.
A time of confusion,
it's time to learn the art of protection.