Am in a frame of mind,
One has me leaving past behind.
I claim av let go of it all,
But that's a lie encoded deep into my aching soul,
I said I'm done sulking and reminiscing on the memories but inside Into that past is where I need to go.
Not to get more misery or pain but I realised in order to find my happiness there somethings I need to know.
Don't try to change in fact let go of me I'm a need to grow.
These broken pieces I call my self are not enough to fix my heart.
I feel the day you died you took with you my most vital part.

You've me a frame of mind,
That's go doubting all my that I claim to understand.
I feel like my life is written on a single page enclosed inside a bottle that's buried deep into the sand.
I stare into the sky and feel the breeze refill my soul it just makes want to cry.
I remember the day you finally died.
I was in so much pain for comfort I turned to whiskey and Rye.
I know what you're thinking and its not a lie.
I've became a drunkard trying to numb the pain.
But whiskey and Rye are not enough to numb the pain.
This feeling is beyond the word insane.
So bad am slowly drifting out of my lane.
It's got Knocking of heavens door.
With so much prayer my knee's have gotten intimate with floor.
I've got my body, mind and my mortal soul,
But there's something in the past I need to see for me to finally grow.

Whenever I go back to the day you died, it's got hurting so bad I don't want to look at a car.
I would have been gone to numb the pain with another whiskey bottle but you and both know ive never been a fun of the bar.
Am in a frame of mind,
That's got me thinking So hard it's hard to describe how I feel inside.
With a bottle in hand,
And whiskey in mind,
There's just so much the thought of you brings to my mind.
- Emmanuel Rayan Daka ( Le Red InkHeart )
- A Frame of mind