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letra de oblivion - armaan yadav

i wash my sorrow in the silent rain dropping on me
put my eyes to the sky and heaven’s talking to me
when life is nothing but a shadow of what i thought it would be
the lit up candle in my heart tells me not to worry
but these days it feels like
i’m tryina’ find my way through the maze in bleak light
the world is but a stage i’m afraid i’ve got stage fright
stuck without a script trying to get this play right, just sit tight
cause i can get a little sentimental caught up in the middle of the riddle that is life i’m trying to figure out
tryin not to be a quitter or be bitter but get better at steering the wheel of life, not fizzle out

but these days it feels like
i’m caught up in the stares
and the glares don’t feel right
the world is unfair and everywhere is a spotlight
even when alone in the glow of streetlights
it feels like

that god is dead but has his spirit haunting me
the omnipresence of his essence always doubting me
if i could go ahead and get a grip of me
i would reach inside my soul and pull myself right out of me

but these days it feels like
the skin is but a cage
and my veins just scream like
my heart is enraged, encased in these ribs like
a dying baby bird trying to take its first flight, at first light

so i often set a sail with my thoughts
i think that lately i’ve been thinking a lot
so incessantly like some big necessity
anxiety is tendency to be tense on these tender seas
past, present, future all a tense
well life gets blurry when you smudge the lens
and trust me, i’m tryna see the bigger picture
but when the frame don’t fit you
it kinda makes no sense to hold your breath
but, i let it go and think of better questions
“to be or not to be” to me is just a deep obsession
“to be and not to be” an answer that my brother mentioned
i guess i gotta treat this heartache with my best intention
i know i gotta keep in check all of my intuition
for guts is weak sometimes i know that’s its a tough confession
and seeking help isn’t a sin when you have seen depression
all these people breaking down and stressing under pressure
its like i stand alone in the world, full of mirrored lessons
where every single person’s sorrow is my own reflection

- armaan yadav

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