Christian Moreno
Other
TAY Stepping Stones
Riverside County
Hello, My name is Christian and this is my song. I go by GRRYZ. I picked this name because I was work shopping trying to find my own identity outside myself. I wrote original lyrics and music and recorded at the TAY Stepping Stones Studio. Music and song writing helps me find a voice that I previously could not bring out of myself, and helps me with my mental health challenges – anxiety and depression. The GRRYZ persona is someone who is not afraid to speak out about what he is feeling.
Lyrics to the song:
Long ahead and up the road, the constant struggles that I find never fail to keep me up. I swear this happens every time. Always battled my depression but this time I crossed the line, allowed myself to journey inside my intoxicated mind. I’ve reached a new height, I didn’t pass out after some Hennessy. Filled another cup because i’m drinking to my legacy. I remained to myself, not someone else that you pretend to be. I thought I pretend to be. I thought I lost my cool but now it’s just another memory. Who am I to think I couldn’t shine without a new flame. Trying to spark a match, this kind of weather gives me joint pain. LMFAO i’m downing shots, I still have no shame. I could never build a buzz, i’ll be remembered as a no name. Now is not the time to sober up, I still can’t think straight. The many complications that I have inside my peabrain. I gotta save myself, I can’t gotta save myself, I can’t afford another delay. So this what it’s like to be productive on a
weekday? All of your socials are stopping you being vocal. You crave attention from views, likes, and comments on your photos. You could miss a couple of texts to call some people when you’re solo. I gave it another chance but you still proved that it’s a no-go.
I’m not a game to play. Stop disrespecting me. Not really busy, but making it up along the way. I’m really trying to get on out of my comfort zone. So please excuse me for getting soft on a different tone. My last left me a broken mess, I was all alone. Screaming for help, I broke my walls and turned them to stepping stones. Can I be blamed for feeling it deep inside my bones? Don’t want to fight, all I really want is a second home.
