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letra de impression - biteisme

yeah imma be honest, i don’t really wanna face sh-t
rather write half satire songs about my emotions and then embrace it
but i know the best thing for me would be to speak out the truth
but i don’t know how talk it out, if it’s not a track, life sent lemons didn’t open a booth

had like 4 different drafts now, i had plans to write something happy
like i’m a new person, like i’m forgiven, and ain’t done nothing cr-ppy
but looking back, there’s still stuff to correct, things i’ve done wrong
so no point in putting up an impression like i’m all strong

i admit that i still hate people, i admit i didn’t put enough time
i admit i’d crawl back to attention whenever i felt like i needed to climb
a ladder i couldn’t get to the top of and then i would go back to fighting
finding reasons to hate kids who did nothing to me cause sh-t’s unexciting

i didn’t try to get better fast enough, i only painted a picture
with time i convinced myself that i’ve did nothing and focused on getting richer
then people drifted away from me, i was acting like i’m surprised
and my only way of coping was just keeping everything -n-lyzed

so i guess when i got blocked by something like twenty different guys
i was just numb to it, didn’t try to prove myself, as they kept spreading what i said was lies
but half of the things that they claim were true, i just didn’t think they would be known
only thing that i tried to restore is the help of some people cause i couldn’t work on my own

in retrospect, i know i was blaming them, but something is still confusing
cause this is the third time that in situations like this that i ended up losing
at this point i see i have issues, but i don’t know how to address them
yeah i still value certain people, but i got no idea just how to impress them
i don’t wanna complain all the time, i just want to get out of this mess
the only way i see of redeeming anything is just trying to confess
but i forgot what i did in a process of finding solutions i was in denial
and all that i tried was to ask what i’ve done wrong, got no response got no number to dial

got no motivation to say that i’m sorry cause i’d rather suffer than fix any issues
prefer staying silent and struggle alone when i don’t roast ym about cumming in tissues
or cowboy about his inflation sh-t demonstration checking vitals found an interpretation
saved three people then regret it all, now i’m out here writing in desperation

all i’m trying to do is to let go, i only know to learn from confrontation
february would teach me a lesson about solving problems and toleration
the less that i think of it, it disappears, all that’s wrong with me is i relapse
if i’ll focus on getting through the hard part, then i can live with it perhaps

sh-t, i still miss people, i wanna go back, it’s why i even wrote this song
but it will never be the same again, no matter how hard we try to get along
all i need to do is stop putting an impression, another act that i threw on
and just say goodbye, i’m sorry, f-ck all of you, and try to move on

you don’t understand do you?
another song that makes it clear i’m saying screw you
it ain’t even about that type of sh-t anymore
i even wrote how i wished we were back in before

it’s quite a dilemma you see, cause it depends
if you mean nothing to me or if i want to be your friend
i miss you so much, and at the same time i don’t
said this seven different times, each one just with new font
and if i try to say i changed, well i did, for the worse
it’s just better for me, not for your little course
if i dared to be honest you would take me apart
so to feel a little strength, i just wrote from my heart

not to you, to me, then i released it for you to see
i already said, it’s quite a dilemma you see
cause if you’re listening now, you’re either feeling regret
or feeling happy that you’re someone i will never forget

i never wanted to fix my mistakes
i never wanted to go back and change
cause all i did, was stick out to you
i was me, and you considered it strange

now it’s all so different, there’s no one left, for me to look upon
is it really time to move on?

so now we’re past that, never again
all of our history, gone down the drain
it’s all concluded, looked upon
is it really time to move on?

(move on, move on, move on, move on)
(move on, move on, move on, move on)

- biteisme

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