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letra de what a weak person needs ii - byxem

[intro: enem]
yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
i put my f-cking pen on a dirty paper
not ’cause i ain’t got clean ones
because that for me doesn’t really matter
i just wanna write down my ideas, who cares?
beauty can’t change the fact that i’ve been aching for long years
even if i try and do it
evil and misery coming out of my hand as sweat makes it grungy kinda’ looking
this ain’t no metaphor it’s how i’m living
it’s crazy but maybe others live it
moment’s passing but i can’t live it
body there, brain no sign of it

[bridge]
no no no no
tell me who’s better when i’m looking through the mirror
no no no, no no no no
tell me who’s better when i’m looking through the mirror

[chorus]
when did it start to feel so weird?
when did i start to feel tears on my ears?
nostalgic thinking i became empty from within
no big deal, it’s just me who i miss
when did it start to feel so weird?
when did i start to feel tears on my ears?
nostalgic thinking i became empty from within
no big deal, it’s just me who i miss
[verse 2]
when i’m sad everything bothers me except for my hat and my headphones
that’s why i put ’em on all time, i’m sad, i’m alone, i’m a dead brain on a foreign body
i better be gone, instead of going on and on
yeah, woke up in the morning and i ask myself
why do i gotta live if everyday i feel a pressure
stuck in between life and hereafter
and that made me forget my f-cking laughter
too many thoughts, too many probs, too many people
feeding off evil, too many crowds, i’m hearing ’em loud
don’t know what the f-ck they talking about
(shut up!)

[outro]
yo
it’s me x
basically anyone can fit in my shoes and feel what i’m saying
i’ll tell you something, life is like a mirror, it can reflect your point of view about things, but this mirror’s infinite, and it has many dimensions
each one of them changes depending on the angle you’re looking out from
some of us get tired of the way things are going, no matter how much they try to make a change, nothing in the world does
so they become fed up and they break their mirror
then, everything gets too distorted and the view becomes unclear
i mean, way worse than before, and they start to live inside a bubble of confusion and chaos, not sure where to start from and how to get things going right again…
well that’s my world, and the world of many of us
x

- byxem

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