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Genres: Singer-Songwriter

black dot on a sheet of paper
So heartfelt, with liquor in my hand
Headphones on with the saddest song playing
Do it all quick so your real feelings will fade
No matter if it’s pills or drinks or a mix
Just to numb the pain
You do it all
Instead to just accept your fate

Romanticizing the madness
The pressure you’re feeling
It’s all society’s fault
They made you they raised you
Those eyes have been the only one controlled you
But they didn’t put the bottle
In your hand
You’re the one to blame
Instead of fighting back
You let your soul be eaten

Be better, be worthy
Grow that seed until it becomes
The whole field
In this worn out weather
Not even the rain is falling
A mansion covered in dust
Will all it’s treasures forgotten
These notes of fruits,floral and nuts
Is all you have

Romanticizing the madness
The pressure you’re feeling
It’s all society’s fault
They made you they raised you
Those eyes have been the only one controlled you
But they didn’t put the bottle
In your hand
You’re the one to blame
Instead of fighting back
You let your soul be eaten

You write the whole essay
Without mentioning it’s theme
Cause the shame is there
But restriction isn’t
You love it in all this hatred
If it’s damaged
Why even bother to fix it?
The wound will always be there
And as soon as you touch it again
It will bleed like before
Like it’s brand new

So heartfelt, the liquor is in my hand
Headphones on, with the saddest song playing

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