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letra de empty - heit

[verse 1]

i’m sitting on the edge of my peak
no balance, i tuck my hands and dangle my feet
old habits, they never die, used to this peace
while shooting the breeze with my shoes in the breeze
i’m… different if you wanna know
hardly cope, i roll my troubles with no filters
blow it off with ganja.. smoke
we troubled folks, i end up facing mine alone
a double dose of harder times, impossible to hold my own
i ain’t mad b, i feel sad see
why depression always look my way and never past me?
it’s like the feel of getting bullied but it’s everlasting
and i’m kid it always picks on like i deal with acne
ain’t a class act, i can’t deny that
need more than just the music to rewrite facts
well. a fragile egg that’s hidden in a turtle’s sh-ll
and drifting memories that always seems to cite that h-ll

[hook]

from, sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday my man…
every single day man i feel alone. ain’t a single day i don’t feel alone
thursday, friday, sat-rday, sunday again
every single day man i feel alone. ain’t a single day i don’t feel alone

[chorus – char monedi]

every single minute i had made my own
is moving at a pace i had never known
the hour glass has not been my friend
only to find, that it’s empty again… x2

[verse 2 – as depression]

i’m sitting on the edge of his peak
no balance, he tucks his hands and dangles his feet
old habits, that never die, he’s used to the peace
while shooting the breeze with his shoes in the breeze
cause i’m that cold feeling. when reality just sets in, uh
you feel alone, well i’m trying to be your best friend, nah
he gotta stop with the fighting, won’t end up dying inside him
i’m more than feelings subsiding, nothing that drugs end, like
he’s damaged inside, he’s a sh-ll of his pride
so i look in his dying soul and dead in his eyes
i’m not a bully, i’m the wind that’s just turning the tide
and holding his beating heart where his hatred resides
don’t exist in a physical form, you pass the storm
i’m quickly gone, leaving your path with th-rns so you’ll still be torn
the gap that widens is between him and knowledge of self
i ain’t a threat to a soul living not hating themselves

[chorus – char monedi]

[hook]

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