Intro:
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Oh Lordy, my troubles so hard
Oh Lord, my troubles so hard
Oh Lordy, (My troubles) ooh, (Lord), oh
Oh Lord, (My troubles) ooh (Troubles so hard)
Oh Lordy, (My troubles) ooh, (Lord), oh
Oh Lord, (My troubles) ooh (Troubles so hard)
Verse:
EmD
I donʼt reach into the past very much
AmG
For these shards of shattered glass and harsh paper cuts
EmD
Leave me stuck when I reach in memories are seeped in hydrochloric acid
AmG
I Go to war and get passive and freeze up
EmD
But music helped the ice to thaw
AmG
Put a chisel in the middle swing the hammer of Thor
EmD
Pull it out of the impossible, Excalibur sword
AmG
Etching note pads full of reasons why my feelings are sorе
EmD
The first day that I got sick ejectеd from cockpit of living
AmG
Nineteen, young teen, waking up bitten
EmD
Posters up, manhunt, Ren went missing
AmG
Hard to have faith when the gods donʼt listen
EmD
The first year maybe was the hardest
AmG
Waking in a body that was buried like a carcass
EmD
Brain in the lionʼs den, body in a shark pit
AmG
Waking up in pain again, aching, broken-hearted
Persistent little bugger I was bouncing from a doctor
To a doctor to a doctor like a table tennis game that has no end
So be the fate of Ren
Every single question answered with a question on the end
The second year I came to terms with giving up my dreams
Mind was severed from the means that helped me write these rhyme schemes
Brain was inflamed, the fatigue was crushing
Hard to remain sane with your brain combusting
And the third year was murder, living in a purga—
Tory full of worry, wouldnʼt live to be thirty
Lifestyle hurt me, always in my bed tomb
Re-arrange the alphabet and all the letters spell "doom"
Light hurt my eyes, popping pills to survive
When youʼre twenty-three and mentally you steadily decline
Twenty-four I was poor, disability benefits
Whatʼs the benefit of disability? Itʼs irrelevant
Twenty-five and the scars that were etched, they cracked
Elastic bands only stretch so far and then snap
Deep in psychosis, hallucinations, troubled vision
Visits from the underworld were conjuring my superstition
Twenty-five, living back at home with my mum
But not because Iʼm a bum, alone and physically done
So thin, so frail, so weak Iʼd become
And my skin so pale, never kissed by the Sun
One time I carved a hole in my chest, just to feel
I wish that was a metaphor, the struggle was real
When youʼre living in a holocaust you buckle and kneel
Thereʼs relief in the teeth of the kiss of cold steel
Facts, twenty-six Iʼm highly medicated and the pain sophisticated
While Iʼm laying broken, naked on my back
I brought my microphone into my coffin, started droppinʼ
Raw thoughts with the grim reaper knocking on the track
Then man, lo and behold
I heard an angel beckon on this treacherous road
Was a stem cell doctor with a generous glow
And a cell transplant brought me out of the cold
And my skin got younger and my body got stronger
And my stomach felt hunger for a door that was closed
And my soul heard music for the first time
Beauty was a word Iʼd use for this gift of gold
Oh Lord, I forgive You, Lord, I forgive You
Lord, I forgive You, make me whole
This music I give You, pain that I live through
Everything Iʼve been through is Yours to hold
Outro:
Oh Lordy, my (Troubles), troubles so hard
Oh Lord, my (Troubles), troubles so hard
Donʼt nobody know my troubles but God
Donʼt nobody know my troubles but God
Troubles so hard, troubles so hard
Troubles so hard, troubles (So hard)
I gave up the struggle, and I gave up this trouble
And I gave up the struggle, and I gave up this trouble
And I gave up the struggle, and I gave up this trouble
And I gave up this, gave up this, gave up this, oh
Oh Lordy, my
Oh Lordy, my, troubles so hard
