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Description: "Pain Paints Paintings" THE ALBUM out now everywhere... Download or Purchase here: ingroov.es/pain-paints-painting-hn4-f Follow Dax: @ thatsdax Produced by: Dax and Lex Nour Beats #Dax #PTSD #PainPaintsPaintings Lyrics: PTSD I was walking home on a Sunday I was walking home on a Sunday I was walking home on a Sunday I was walking home on a Sunday And I’m not looking back But I’m not looking forward to anything in my life cause it never liked me I can’t sleep cause I don’t know what’s inside me The devils demons haunt and do divide me And I think I’m over it So I won’t stop walking If told you the story bet you wouldn’t believe Not sure I should feel a sigh of relief He got them but he didn’t get me But for some Odd reason I don’t feel free So now what This pain is too much The Screams of the people make music in my head and listens to tough So I must Wipe my mind everything I saw in that church Suppress all these feelings even though that they hurt I don’t understand how you could let this happen God I wanna know why you even let that man on earth I believe that this life is by you and whatever you choose is the best I believe in the choices you make even though they may hurt and effect I’m just human I don’t understand you I know you are very complex What should I go next my thoughts cannot connect my PTSD shakes me and leaves me depressed In the back of my mind theres a place that I know full of sorrow When I think of times my aniexty fills what is hollow I don’t know when it’ll go away But I hope it’ll go away I just pray I feel better when I sleep and wake up tomorrow Left foot right foot keep walking Left foot right foot keep walking Don’t look back your past is haunting demons creeping always stalking In that church I got down crawling Couldn’t not stop my eyes from balling Children screaming, bodies falling Keeps on shooting bullets hawking Some one help us plz just stop him Why’s he laughing he’s been plotting Says get up I hear death calling I stood up and started walking We locked eyes and he was smiling Shot himself i saw him dying Adrenaline was in my system I cudnt stop I had to go But I just knew that if I made it I’d get out and praise to the lord Now I’m walking on this Sunday and I just hope I make it home I was walking home on a Sunday I was walking home on a Sunday I was walking home on a Sunday I was walking home on a Sunday