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letra de remorse - hypocriteonhere

[verse 1]
having all this time to myself
make my mind just scream for help
all the thoughts been fogging my dream
wake up sometimes just wanting to scream
guilt from my mistakes always keep me awake
i’d break under the pressure of my own self-hate
always think about it, i wish it wasn’t too late
blink and times passed and hammered the stake
i hurt myself and hurt others in the process
1 step forward but 2 hurting the progress
i just went on kept spouting my nonsense
i could never evеr even grasp the concеpts
just gotta try to keep my head on set
in hopes of ever finishing the projects
leaving behind all that’s left
better than living life still depressed
[verse 2]
if i died, would anyone care?
thoughts that come from out of despair
where life hits you and nothing’s fair
i don’t know at this point if i should be scared
to those who lied, why?
we need more truth in this life
don’t wanna live a ruse until the day i die
at least these thoughts make my mind unique
want to scream but it’s hard for me to speak
urges that come through , make me a freak
don’t wanna go out and look weak
don’t wanna go out and it all leaks

[verse 3]
too much people out today feeling this way
too much people out thinking it’s a play
until the kid k!lls himself and’s passed away
self-kept, had no respect, he was g-y
bullied because they said it weren’t okay
now his body just lay there and decay
while the family’s crying, all they do is pray
the parents all up in disarray
and his only friend vengeful, he couldn’t stay
wanted to make it painful, filled with hate
boy showed up to school, he had been through
other’s points of views affected him too
hate bred hate, couldn’t stop, it was too late
but the problem still gets negate
in this nation, seems as though it’s fate
shootings and illness everywhere, yet it’s still debate
hate isn’t something one’s born with as a trait
the problems gone on too long, the weight
the nation’s bred existential dread
statistics too high for a bullet to the head
too many dead, they should’ve got help instead
but they’ll never learn, they’re too misled
it’ll still go on, the blood’s been spread
thinking about it, all laying in bed

- hypocriteonhere

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