SLAVE VF THE HEART
I can't understand why I'm losing everyone I have, So fuck them, It feels like I'm being used And I'm just a thing, Nah, ALL I DO IS PLAY THE ROLE OF A SLAVE, This game is fucking sick, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO WIN, I want to break the system AN' THEN JUST LIVE IN PEACE, I think it's time to snap and spill blood in a stream, I think this life's a crap, THERE'S NO REASON TO EXIST, EVERY TIME I BECOME A SLAVE, I HATE THIS ROLE, TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL, BREAKING MY LIFE, WHAT HAPPENS IN YOUR MIND WHEN YOU INTENTIONALLY KILL? I JUST DON'T SEE THE PROS OF BEING ALIVE WHEN YOUR LIFE IS RULED BY SOMEONE ELSE I can't fucking fall asleep even for a little while, All that pain I cannot keep, I JUST WANNA POUR IT OUT, All this pain went very deep, I don't see a single light, I hear voices in my head and THEY'RE GETTIN' FUCKING LOUD MY BODY HANGS IN THE AIR, My soul wonders if it's fair, BUT SOMEHOW I DON'T CARE, Anyway, Everything I do when I'm alive AFTER DEATH GOES NOWHERE... EVERYTHING I DO WHEN I'M ALIVE AFTER DEATH GOES NOWHERE... I'm a slave of the heart and I guess it's my mistake...
2021-05-28 06:02:33
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