Soldier - Fleurie & Tommee Profitt

You've got all the answers whenever I'm hurtin' But I feel like a project, and not like a person I don't know why you try To fix me like I can be fixed overnight Don't try, I'm fine Don't tell me that you understand I don't need therapy I need someone to hurt with me I need someone to feel my pain, and not just walk away I don't need someone to preach to me I just need a little empathy Send me someone who will shut their mouth and listen when I say I don't need therapy You wanna help, but sometimes it's likе I'm being lectured On my problеms like I'm not already the expert I don't know why you try To fix me like you even know what it's like I'm fine, don't try Just sit in my shadows with me I don't need therapy I need someone to hurt with me I need someone to feel my pain, and not just walk away I don't need someone to preach to me I just need a little empathy Send me someone who will shut their mouth and listen when I say I don't need coping skills or cute clichés No thoughts and prayers or time and space I need someone to prove I'm worth the pain I don't need "I've been there" comparisons A safety plan with medicine I need someone to see my worst and stay (I don't need) therapy I need someone to hurt with me I need someone to see me break and love me just the same I don't need someone to preach to me I just need a little empathy Send me someone who will shut their mouth and listen when I say I don't need therapy I don't need therapy

Izzle (Izzle) Man get whole heap a-love, whole heap a-hate Chimney More while a-the love inna the streets Haffi keep me up me G When friends and family fail me (fail me) Uh-huh And then me step inna me Vehic's With a piece deh next to me Fi enemies weh no stop pree me Jordan Tell dem a-the strongest soldiers get the hardest fight (hardest fight) And a-the realest people live the hardest life (hardest life) Sun always shine, even after the darkest nights (hey-hey) So, better days are on the way-ay-ay, uh-huh Man get whole heap a-love, whole heap a-hate Whole heap a-snakes behind faces 'Cause time show it Chimney But man a-put in the work The race is not just for the swift But who can endure it (who can endure it, yeah) Tell dem a-the strongest soldiers get the hardest fight (hardest fight) And a-the realest people live the hardest life (hardest life) Sun always shine, even after the darkest nights (even after the darkest nights) So, better days are on the way-ay-ay Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Watch ya now No fight nah come if you no great enuh Wan we drop off a-the top a-the pinnacle See we survive, and a-chat is a miracle Think man would-a crash inna vehicle too A-so evil people do Dawg, dem have dem reason to Dem cyaan stop the G blessing Dem just teach me real lesson Tell dem a-the strongest soldiers get the hardest fight (Strongest soldiers get the hardest fight) And a-the realest people live the hardest life (hardest life) Sun always shine, even after the darkest nights (even after the darkest nights) So, better days are on the way-ay-ay (Better days are on the way) Chimney

Tonight the monsters in my head Are screaming so damn loud But I built walls so high So they never even make a sound It's a mask, it's a lie It's the only home I've ever known 'Cause being who I really am Has only left me more alone I am not okay And I need you to see it I have so much to say And no one to hear it The reason I keep quiet With so much at stake I always feel like a burden, let it silence me You'll never understand Why it's so hard to say I'm not okay I wish I had a scar Had a bruise on the surface, any kind of proof That everything I feel is more than just some sad excuse My life's invisible abuse I'm either judged or have to hide The only symptom you can see Is I don't wanna be alive I am not okay And I need you to see it I have so much to say And no one to hear it The reason I keep quiet With so much at stake I always feel like a burden, let it silence me You'll never understand Why it's so hard to say I'll never have the words, I can't explain this hell But what if it kills me If I keep it to myself? To myself I am not okay And I need you to see it I have so much to say And no one to hear it I am not okay I am not okay I'm never safe It's not a phase If I finally break Would you still stay? Tonight the monsters in my head Are screaming so damn loud

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour