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the valley city - o.d.a.t. (one day at a time) ii كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i wish for happiness
when the numbers on my timepiece line up
i know it’s stupid, but just in case
i keep it going and such
all i wanna be is happy, all i know is
i probably can’t be
so i take it odat…
treadin’ the floods, like barely
can it be, that i just lack the strength
to face up to my demons?
feelings got me screamin, demeaning me
scheming on a way to leave ’em…
but i can’t do it – treason
can’t keep doing this – believing
that i’m a bad boy, with no way out
ready to die…deceiving
when i write it all down, i think
d-mn…that’s pretty dark
with all this off my shoulders
would it be a walk in the park?
tryna get it off my chest
my heart, it’s ripping my ribs apart
opening me up…maybe
i just need, a bit of a, fresh start
but where, what, why, and how?
questions got me feelin down
screaming at the top of my lungs
but no sound. am i suffocating?
get to defibrillating
oh wait, it’s just another day
take your medicine
head down, and on your way…
one day at a time
it should be simple enough
but minute to minute
i’m second guessing, -ssessing
and fighting the urge to give up
what would it prove?
what would you lose?
what about those around you dude?
plus, if you keep fighting
it gives you some verisimilitude
what the f-ck does that mean?
oh, the appearance of truth?
maaaaan, you can’t worry about
how other people see you
just be true to you
your partner, fam, people: your crew
if you got ‘em, but if not
just do what you gotta do…

[hook]
one day at a time
it should be simple enough…
but i’m caught up in the middle
of the riddle that i’m livin…
one day at a time
it should be simple enough…
gotta keep moving
keep pushing, keep feeling…

[verse 2]
self-medicating, jury deliberating
everyday i’m tryna save face
but end up, just losing patience
what do you do when it’s like
you’ve got nothin left to look forward to?
that’s a vague–ss problem…
and there’s more important things to do
then one day you think
why am i keeping myself from the brink?
just to work, then sleep, then work…
then what? i guess think?
about my morality, mortality
the point of my battle, see?
don’t know what i’m fighting for
it’s confusing, but i guess i’m tryna be…
better than, what i’m currently
thinking maybe i should try
a little harder…
i just want ‘em to say
“he was a good guy,”
even though in my head
i’m convinced, it’s only kinda true
like what a politician feels
and what they might say in an interview
maybe, i’m just an interlude
in somebody else’s story…
and there’s nothing more here for me
except the glow of their glory
but listen, oratory’s my territory
so i try to just talk it through…
and over, the sound of the sp-ce
between me and you
cuz if i’m debating the point
the who, the where and the why?
it’s you and it’s here, or there
but it’s not, and i’ll be alright
despite, slipping and falling
and struggling, to stand back up
try to just, dust yourself off
and keep moving, you’re not stuck
it might feel that way; sky’s grey;
flipping through a calendar
couldn’t find a date
alternating between, self-hate
and feeling great…
with you, as a piece of the puzzle
the picture, it became a bit clearer
but now i’m back to square one
looking in that rearview mirror…

[hook]

[verse 3]
it could all be so much better
but sometimes, pain comes from pleasure
might see it coming
but it’s tough to forecast
the bad weather
one of the hardest truths to face
is that: “life goes on,”
that is to say: nothing you do
can’t be moved on from
but sometimes, it feels like all there is
left to life, is just living
the same old existence
dealing within depression’s limits
it’s got me feeling so low
that it’s like my matter don’t matter
it’s like how and why?
and who gives a f-ck what?
everything just makes me feel badder
scattered my thoughts, extremes
and mean…so it seems
like maybe, i hate myself
but it’s a little complicated
well, don’t recognize, who i used to be
who is this that i’ve become?
thinking about it all’s
got me feeling pretty numb
pretty dumb; speechless
even though it happens every time
i’m losin’ focus
feeling like a d-mn punchline
i know it could always be worse
but that don’t make it any better
when you’re pickin’ up the pieces
after crumbling to pressure
whether or not, you’re ready to move on
the past is gone
and it’s not comin’ back
no matter what i write in this song
who knows, what it all means
without whatever the future brings?
but maybe that’s enough of a reason
now, to keep moving…
and pressing forward
bored with how the game is being scored but
gotta make some changes
rearrange and get yourself in order
if you’re struggling day-to-day
and got, dues you’re tryna pay
remember: we’re all, taking it one day at a time
okay?

[hook]

- the valley city

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