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letra de you're not alone - demmene syronn

[verse 1]
when it began it was adventurous
i never meant to push the outer limits of emptiness
excursions, turn to impulsive urges, to be where the birds is
thirsty and nervous, but still not afraid
to take rams to the face in the black half of the day
til the sun would come running right back out to play
it was me against the voices
peeping out the curtains, geeking
not in the mood to be amused by any person
the dark hours, alcohol and cigarettes
lost on a long, hard road of introspect
strange contemplations, stress, how much is left?
these heart murmurs got me questioning my intellect
the quest for the original stimulation i used to get
physical unrest is a residual side effect
sometimes i go so distant, i disconnect
i didn’t think i was addicted, i was different
didn’t want to smoke or inject it, i was sniffing it
had a love and hate relationship with a stimulant
something about the way she made me paranoid was interesting
plus she’s always whispering
“daddy can we take another sniff again?”
fidgeting, feeling like somebody’s always coming
and when you going hard it causes erectile disfunction
caught up in the chase and maybe running from your demons
if you’re falling downhill you probably need to stop skiing

[chorus]
money makes the world go ’round for some people
just not me though, i got my own road to travel
and i’ve come too far to turn around now
some things you gotta just let go, before they take over your soul
i know, sometimes it just feels so impossible
you need to know you’re not alone now, no (repeats 4x)

[verse 2]
i remember snotty noses, small talk and large boulders
sinus infections as a result of long binges
bad decisions, mad shady business dealings
secret stashes hidden in the drop ceilings
late night, playing a slave to desperation
wasted, suffering from sleep deprivation
lacing, every blunt but never calling it freebasing
chasing escapism is the lonely destination
pacing back and forth, i’m checking all the door locks
lack of inhibitions, i’m confessing all my sore spots
think my heart could stop, why am i chopping up more rocks?!
should i save the rest? yes, but did i? of course not
there’s overdose potential and cardiac arrest considerations
but they were never stronger than my cravings
the ride is borderline exhilarating
when you’re gasping for air, every breath is precious respiration
i never met a girl that tried and didn’t like it
i never like the pipe, the high was kind of frightening
life is valuable, some might even say it’s priceless
so why did i decide to provide for my vices?
i’m surprised, that i survived through the crisis
i tried to describe but there’s just nothing like it
my advice is be very careful with your vice grips
cuz i’ve seen many men infected by the white virus

[chorus]

- demmene syronn

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