A mental diary, 18th of August, 2020: I'm fucking... so... just done, man. If there wasn't people fucking nearby I could start crying. Easy. There's like tears right there man, ready to go... I'm sitting in the midland's sky praying for a change My teardrops keep on falling just like the pouring rain I didn't know it then but I was in my darkest days So I write my dreams on paper planes and let them fly away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" I wish I knew that heavy hearts Maxed credit cards Will go away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" Thank God I knew when life gets hard I'll wear the scars Of yesterday I'll write my dreams on paper planes Send them up, up and away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it's okay It's all gonna be okay My mind is like a wrecking ball, destruction in its way And I've been working fourteen hours for just as many days My brother sees my crying, but it's not that kind of pain So I write my dreams on paper planes and let them fly away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" I wish I knew that heavy hearts Maxed credit cards Will go away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" Thank God I knew when life gets hard I'll wear the scars Of yesterday I'll write my dreams on paper planes Send them up, up and away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it's okay It's all gonna be okay And... I just... What the fuck? Mentally and emotionally Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" I wish I knew that heavy hearts Maxed credit cards Will go away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" Thank God I knew when life gets hard I'll wear the scars Of yesterday I'll write my dreams on paper planes Send them up, up and away Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it's okay It's all gonna be okay