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letra de darkly drawn - john wesley (rap)

headache, 18th page of this paper
that’s your jesus? – save me from this savior
face-first [oh!] raise me from this razor
before fate intoxicates me and i chase her
run away now, an affair is too believable
and you take every lie that he feeds to you and you eat em all
girl, get out now, even if you need to crawl
don’t go through with it now just because there’s a ring involved
faith of a child – a bad or a good thing
is a child my entire life something i should be?
stay together – eventually – american dream
but what happens when this dream puts your marriage to sleep?
is that all she wrote when you’re drunk calling home
[i need somebody, my ring finger is awfully cold]
we fell apart slowly, and it was my fault i know
and the answer to “will you marry me” should probably be no

when you draw your heart and trace what the pencil said
how permanent is sentiment scribbled in pencil lead
if our love is an -ssembled sketch, then we shade our profiles into dark silhouettes
and i know that this feels like it’s been stretched to the brink
and i know you can’t erase a past sketched in ink
but even though it may be dark when it’s drawn
even the roughest weather can color the toughest texture the color of bronze

please forgive me, i’m in love with misery
and the inspiration given is insult to injury
you’re about to witness our ability to judge
the heroes that we disprove of and the criminals we love
our eyes will not stop lying blind me, dismember hands
i have a ninety times better chance of finding neverland
go ahead and shoot me; you’d be doing me a favor
burn everything i’ve written, including this piece of paper
don’t take a single word i say the way you perceive it
clarity was slain; and now is laying in pieces
double life at night, shouts cries, shallow lies
feeding lines of “how you’re mine”; out of alibis
infatuation consumes; what do you say to a man
when the one you’d least expect has his face in his hands
he gave her what he had; she gave it all back
thank for playing that song yeah, now play it again

hand in hand, a woman, a womb, and a man
romance, a rumor, the truth and a catch
proof of the incident, the room, and a past
and she’s gone – no looking back – poof – and that’s that
that sinking feeling in your stomach won’t settle
until you realize the aroma of those rose pedals
they throw sugar and kisses on everything
and make you steal so many glances that it’s a felony
if it was heaven when you met it will be h-ll to leave
infatuation doesn’t care about your well-being
and it will tell you not to stop, and get what you deserve
until one or both of you is drowned, obsessed, dead or hurt
you can’t disguise your depressing appearance
and there is no justifying when you’re second guessing your marriage
and if you are happily married you need to look hard in the mirror
and remember that first time that she brought you to tears

- john wesley rap

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