IAMJJ - Different Kind of Blues

Father father did you trick or treat?
My bucket is empty but words on the streets
Had me had me in the guillotine
So I just keep on keep on breathing
Father father will I make it home
And carry my soul now my mind is alone?
Will you will you make it disappear
That voice underneath I refuse to hear?
When I get low
My my my my melodies change
And I I I
Feel the whole world
Coming down on me
I really wanna save it but actuality
Shoots me down
Bang bang bang
Getting out of bed
Coz this boomerang
Always comes back
Harder than I thought
A different kind of blues has infected my heart