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letra de ​artemis//requiem - ​autumndropsdead

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[verse 1]
start loving yourself, to quit loving yourself
i was sleeping on the edge of my bed till i fell
awaken to the morning sweat
of being trapped in this h-ll
could i forgive like all i did to puncture holes in my health?
it’s not about you
but i sorta wish it was
’cause i hope you’re doing well
i know we don’t talk much
but this is not the way i deserve to be treated
i’d do anything to have a sixth sense or a reason
’cause i am constantly bleeding
but no one can see it
i’m sure they know a lot about it
and are sick of the sequencе
since i have turned to a dеmon
do not come near me
you know i mean no harm
but i don’t wanna feel guilty
’cause i’m selfish as f-ck, i hate what i make
yet i’ll still put it out in hopes that it’ll do great
it’s way too hard to portray how i feel
when i’m sober as f-ck, and not off on the pills
my brain is stupid, i find it useless
i only leave my room when it has to do with music
and you can call me pudent
that’s only half of the truth is
sick of the tones on my phone
tryna convince me to use it
i know this won’t make it easy
but you should know what i’m thinking
it helps me comprehend what’s real
and not just imagination (was it imagination?)
was it imagination?
[verse 2]
thank you ally, bow, everyone in rue
when i’m down on my luck
i know that y’all will come through
but that’s like all of the time
so how’s my conscience alive?
(there’s just been way too many times)
(that i’ve had to realign)
i always wonder “am i still me?” (do you feel me?)
if i’m putting out a track, would you listen?
intentionally f-cking up my health just to heal me
it’s just a cycle that i live with
if my mind is a prison
i’ll call the guard and i’ll sick him
i push through every division
while all the while feeling livid
you know, i must be the sickness
i’m the root in itself when i come back to this sh-t
i still won’t know how i felt
’cause the tone in my voice
whether i’m singing or speaking;
it makes me wanna vomit
oh dear god, now i’m shaking
yet they say it’s amazing
i wish that i could believe ’em
so that once i’m gone, this could be my requiem
(oh, don’t you know?)
[outro]
f-ck asking questions of questions upon answer-
you win (or is it just me?)
there weren’t enough words
within this timeline we call home
that moment had passed
and now i’ve come to understand
that there still isn’t and won’t ever be
maybe it’s the way we’ve all come to lie down
next to who we were the day before (the day before)
but never come to terms with that poor soul
every now and then, i wonder what would have been
where i would be
if i hadn’t spoken at all (if i hadn’t spoken at all, if i hadn’t spoken at all)
silence speaks for itself (but do you?)
and engraved into thin air
i rest (i rot)

- autumndropsdead

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