400 years of abuse, so which direction do i choose, if i refuse, do i lose
the choice, to speak my voice, or listen with my ears, just to count my fears
i look into the eyes of people that cry tears, those are my people
that dont know how to survive the sequel, the only thing thats granted
in life is death, so wat am i going to say for my last breath, i cant help to
spill this knowledge of useless fact, but how can my behavior react
somehow i get sidetrack, from the mission, short attention
i cant pay attention, how can i listen, to the charts, that torn my community apart
is it a start or it somehow finished, light are on, but we still walk in dark vision
this cant be true, aiming to win, but failing to lose, can take a cruise
cant afford to swim, my brain is not consent, uncharted screws
i have started but i see the end, it depends on wat skin you appear in
life is set up off failers, my mission is to approach the worst part of things
to fix it, but instead they dismiss me, like my written words never believe
all i get is decieve, which i see death as a pet peeve, but let my blood sweat and tears
roll down your sleeves, working all my life, nothing was given
all i know is the grind, so nothing can be forgiven, i paid parts due to lower living
so who am i kidding, action the opposite behavior thats not myself
to bold to ask for help, i cant reap the benefit of the concept
knee asking for help, please, laugh at my sorrows, every night i dont
believe to see tomorrow, my grounds are hollow, so dont follow
i am not your leader, so heaven or hell i might see you tomorrow
RHONE
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hellohello its me trying comprehend the meaning of reality supposed to be hello its do you hear me the tear walking down as my soul begans to cry hello do you feel the emotions that was running where my soul was to ashame to die so crying is unnessary the thoughr are very scary putting my emotions into words the nerve i ranned with you on the curb i dont understand how you can treat me this way than act all innocent like tou cant comprehend sh*t walking through dark parh often hearing voices of the aftermath but is this the path tou chosen and you qouten the love we had was never spoken i got to move on 2 years and this loves gone maybe i was living a fantasy filled with lies i apoloize for the things you felt you should critize like flawless or my demeanor never meant to lead you on hello for the other side the outside looking in the world committed by sin humble for the guilty too guilty too feel empty that was inside of me hello  |
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DREAMSI must be dreaming an illusion to cap my space to forward of time that no one can relate lost in this here dream as fantasies enroll in the turmoll of the process that once compromises this faith listening to the version of a dream that have blank stares in the window of the world that was once thought is suppose to be simple now walking with the dream tomorrow we grow hand and hand for those that cannot withstand will fall behind this is not the root of the crime its a sign of a dream for the human beings that have dream are the desire of the goals that you think for a cerain object goals equals dreams things that goes to follow the hollow desert of tomorrow which these thing can promise hope DREAMS RHONE |
LOVELYlovely as the eyes meet to see things is such a dream dreams to believe that things that cannot bleed to overcome the free i need to take a knee a gravity that boggles the mind the mentality of the crime that in do time i do think of you pictures that arousal the emotion to the potion of whatever the thoughts are quoting no joking not laughing for the cheers that brings hope from the heart that wasnt never torn apart the apart which have no faith to lovely as the past tense to me and you cant miss but a form of a wish nothing to dismiss LOVELY RHONE |
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