this life is ending slowly, lived too many nights unholy, blocking haters like goalies, nights expired lonely.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shirk from voicing care.
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Here are my scores: Bars: 9/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 9/10
nice sound just work on clarity. and I need more rythm fam but I'm just one person but I do like it Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 7/10 Impression: 9/10
this life is ending slowly, lived too many nights unholy, blocking haters like goalies, nights expired lonely. Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer, Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shirk from voicing care.
real talk