Marshmello, venbee - No Man's Land

When we were young we had it rough
Short on money short on love
That's how the wayside takes
The wayside keeps its ghosts
Thick as thieves my fears and me
We've been wrong and now ten years deep
That's how the wayside takes
And it keeps a hold on me
Oh I'm living in a no man's land
Nowhere land no place left to go
When I'm running from myself
I'm holding on to hope
But struggling to cope
And there's places I can't leave
When they're leaving a mark on me
So I'm living in a no man's land
Everywhere I go I'm running from myself
Right age wrong crowd
Blamed it all on my hometown
But it wasn't them
They never let me down
No it was me
I drank I smoked
I held it in until I choked
Still these roots are wrapped around my feet