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
Melodies changing time
Feel the whole world coming down on me
I feel you wanna save, but actuality
Shoots me down bang, bang, bang
Heading out of bed got this boomerang
Always comes back harder than I thought
Different kind of blues that's in triggered my heart