If I'm Being Honest
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God give me the strength
I think some people get upset and call me too religious
'Cause they ain't seen the days that I was stuck in hell
My early twenties can be best described as pushing limits
Causing all this pain 'cause I was hurt myself
I remember a specific night back in Toronto
Me and Chris recording late, my parents called my cell
Stepped outside, I said, "What's up?" They said, "I'm sorry Denton"
"Your grandfather's passed away," I felt my heart just swell
Walked back in to finish mixing my new song "Daytona"
Overwhelmed with these emotions thinking 'bout the past
I wrote that song for him but he ain't even lived to hear it
Guess that's why I've become scared to ever grow attached
They say to heal you gotta be honest 'bout why you suffering
Take responsibility for everything you lack
I think a lot of times I only wanna show my progress
That's ironic that's the very thing that holds me back
Remember some things have to end for these new beginnings
I'm saying short-term discomfort for a long-term peace
Letting go of all my pride, and being more forgiving
I've come to know it's hard to practice in the things I preach
Please remind me to be thankful on the days I'm broken
God ain't give the hardest battles to the one's who weak
I believe that every person on this earth is chosen
It's up to you whether you listen or it's make-believe
I never felt as if my hometown was that supportive
Kinda sad, 'cause their approval I was tryna gain
I know a lot of y'all have seen me at my darkest moments
Some decisions in my life I wish I could change
But I'm just human, I'm a sinner I'm misunderstood
Glass house, the one that inside it all looks the same
Some people compliment me, others share their criticism
But a flower couldn't grow without sun and rain
My biggest fear is that my dreams will not be satisfied
And I'll always be chasing after something better
Obsessed with thinking 'bout the future, present drifting by
Like how much of our lives are controlled by pressure
Like the pressure from ourselves to have constant progress
Obtaining all this worth I can't even imagine
Now I understand that quoteโ"life's the art of dying"
'Cause what makes these moments special is they not forever
Yeah, what makes these moments special is they not forever
How long is it gonna take for me to realize that?
I just hope when I do it's not too late
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