
you'd think with time things would get a little bit easier.
inhaling death, exhausted only getting sleepier .
i tell myself I'm good so i can finally fall asleep
many nights on an empty stomach cause i cant seem to F#$@ing eat.
I'm starting to adjust with all this pain inside my chest now
but I'm still troubled by her that's why i keep my head down
i drink cause when intoxicated is how i get round.
but end up right back where i started in my head now.
a story of heartache disconnecting ,misconception.
i just wannna be okay, standing in merky waters deception
maybe its cause I'm seeing things from one too many perspectives.
so i work my magic in the basement just to cope with all the headaches
i really try so insanity wont get the best of me
but the coping mechanisms would be the death of me.
but i walk out cause i must finish what i started.
was born cursed, cant see the chains wrapped tight around where heart is
grow a day older, and even colder fading in with in all darkness
i spilled my blood all on my canvas,
I'm a different kind artist.
I'm shedding tears , but i cant seem to ever make i sound.
And GOD when i need you the most how come your not around
leaning to the fleeting of an endless dream
pleading and bleeding , kneeling and screaming, things aren't as they seem"
i'm always weeping and tweaking, peace of mind is still what im seeking.
this pain is torture of horror , cause my demons conceiving...
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