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letra de dreamy war - feziboy

[verse]
i’m just so f-cking introverted
smothered with luck, but stuck in a burden
i must fill up enough ink to word it
or i’ll start combusting up in this journey
is it any worst to simply keep it within you?
or should i continue while unleashing these issues?
okay, what fricking stupid sh-t did we commit to?
i’m listening with you, but it seems it’s a different tune!
i’m referring to you but i talk to myself
stalking my shelf of all my impossible problems
boring my peers, i forget i’m still around
ignoring my health to blend right into the crowds
what’s with you, feswal, ‘you feeling okay?
i guess, revealing my ways ain’t really repaying
even if they knew i’d been this way
i’m dealing with things i can’t really explain
i’m just a bl–dy b-st-rd, i’ve lasted enough stuff
and i can’t be -rs-d to keep on running this fast path
already p-ssed so much of the toxic but there’s even more
i’m feeling more of this dreamy war within this evening ’cause
revealing thoughts makes me feel a connected audience
but he forever thought of this as a less important thing
though when recording, i can only think of me
‘guess i’ve bought into so many of these silly dreams
i pity me, i’m sitting with this little key
i’m literally littering my dignity
listen to me when we speak with this b-tchy plea
this means all these written letters are simply lyric sheets
the clock just keeps on ticking but i break the battery
stop myself from living and stay in my fantasies
either way, the real world gets embarr-ssing, now-
try to persuade myself to go while i’m still mad at me
paper’s terrible because it can be teared
but fate’s unbearable which is why i’m never there!
take a steroid pill and get gains like a player
say your parables just to fake all your prayers
the more time you spend with your friends
the closer you get to each other but then the closer the end
i want to be better for others with my choices again
but then it’s another deposit to them
in a way, i love myself enough to be hated
i hate this jail but then i’d rather be waiting
crushed, i felt like a puzzle piece apart from the table
and maybe, eight years later, i’ll risk my chance and pace it
it’s called procrastinating, do i have to explain it?
’cause no one ever seems to get what i am saying
i know i’m never perfect but at least i’ve been taking-
myself further, except nothing’s been changing!
well, at least my brain is
this prison has really taken me places
i’ve listened for ages and been aching to say things
but, hey, i guess i’ve gotta just say what they think
and even on that same occasion
i’d love to see their d-mn brains awaken
but they cover up and sleep in the bas-m-nt
just to fall in love with the dreams they keep chasing
then we approach ladies to inflate our egos
we go the same place that she goes
indeed blown but away from me though
still, keenos are chosen deemed to go way lower than bino
i can try to write a hundred rhymes, k!ll ’em with a dozen lines
and win a bl–dy prize but why dream of things that keep our fights?
guessing you don’t need me, your choice is free
and, indeed, it’s for the rest of this bright dreamy war!

- feziboy

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