“I feel like writing a book

I guess I lied in the hook

Cause I still love you and I need you by my side if I could

The irony is if my career and music didn't exist

In 6 years, yeah, you'd probably be my wife with a kid

I'm frightened to think if I depend on cider and drink

And lighting a spliff I fall into a spiral and it's

Just hiding my misguiding thoughts that I'm trying to kill

And I'd be writing my will before I'm 27

I'll die from a thrill

Go down in history as just a wasted talent

Can I face the challenge

Or did I make a mistake erasing?”