Chapter 3 of a story I'm writing
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•31 Dec 2020
I'm just a lonely guy with no damn life. Knowing I can hold a knife and open crime up, I hide overnight Here I am, doing the things that I thought I wouldn't do I wish I could get out of it but there's too much time to consume Over time, I learned that I'm here to whine, not come through I'm way too lazy to set a target to knock or shoot I've spoiled myself rotten, oops, guess that's what entourages do because me, myself and I have got a lot of shit to prove I have to shock you with the truth, cause no one tops the things I do I will stop getting confused I'm just going off because the locked jaw just came loose I say pain is fuel and I am not afraid of you So if you're wondering what happened, I was shot by painted deuche A disease runs through my blood I can't cease what I've become, which could kill me if it's enough I'm indecent, they beat me up I can't breathe and I'm feeling stuck, but no one seems to give a fuck How do I get out of this place? My life is nothing but something to erase I wish wouldn't leave any trace if they all see me as fake I swear I need to escape When it comes to me the question is to keep or replace I'll always be hoping the latter I'll always keep going backwards How do I cease this disaster? How do I go back in time? How do I open my mind? Nobody knows that I try Nobody knows what it's like I've just been missing my brother I don't listen to my mother and hate that my sister feels ruptured My face should be punched and be smothered on the ground in the gutter of a bowling alley and then my eyes start to shutter. All of my work just means nothing if I waste every earning on one thing Nonstop, I've been shunting My crashes bring down the people I'm loving I wish that I'd stop so I wouldn't I've tried, but I couldn't I do these things when I know that I shouldn't I just can't put my foot in other tracks are relative to my life, this track i wrote for a fictional story, although I relate to some of it
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I'm just a lonely guy with no damn life. Knowing I can hold a knife and open crime up, I hide overnight Here I am, doing the things that I thought I wouldn't do I wish I could get out of it but there's too much time to consume Over time, I learned that I'm here to whine, not come through I'm way too lazy to set a target to knock or shoot I've spoiled myself rotten, oops, guess that's what entourages do because me, myself and I have got a lot of shit to prove I have to shock you with the truth, cause no one tops the things I do I will stop getting confused I'm just going off because the locked jaw just came loose I say pain is fuel and I am not afraid of you So if you're wondering what happened, I was shot by painted deuche A disease runs through my blood I can't cease what I've become, which could kill me if it's enough I'm indecent, they beat me up I can't breathe and I'm feeling stuck, but no one seems to give a fuck How do I get out of this place? My life is nothing but something to erase I wish wouldn't leave any trace if they all see me as fake I swear I need to escape When it comes to me the question is to keep or replace I'll always be hoping the latter I'll always keep going backwards How do I cease this disaster? How do I go back in time? How do I open my mind? Nobody knows that I try Nobody knows what it's like I've just been missing my brother I don't listen to my mother and hate that my sister feels ruptured My face should be punched and be smothered on the ground in the gutter of a bowling alley and then my eyes start to shutter. All of my work just means nothing if I waste every earning on one thing Nonstop, I've been shunting My crashes bring down the people I'm loving I wish that I'd stop so I wouldn't I've tried, but I couldn't I do these things when I know that I shouldn't I just can't put my foot in other tracks are relative to my life, this track i wrote for a fictional story, although I relate to some of it
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