Airports - C-PTSD (Explicit)

It all starts when you’re way too youngTraumas like a loaded gunThat hunts you til the day you die And The Lord’s house kept me aliveBut what’s life if you stay insideWhere the shame means death until you partNow we all feel messed up Depressed and chronically stressed outI can’t remember but maybe we’ll be freeSo when you’re / 30 and feel 21And finally do what the **** you wantI’ll do this for my youthWho grew up no thanks to youWhoa ohI was already sick insideSo why’d you give me illness in my mindWith your lies that question who I amBut I healed my inner kidIt took years to undo what you didBut better late than dead my friendNow I’m not so messed upNo longer anxious or stressed outYou know it’s never too late, we can be freeCos when you’re / 30 and feel 21And finally do what the **** you wantI’ll do this for my youthWho grew up no thanks to youWhoa ohNow I’ve grown up way to lateAnd put all my dreams aside to waitBut **** that I’m finally who I am30 and look 21Now I do what the **** I wantI do this for my youthWho’s now free no thanks to you