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letra de hikikomori - rakeeesa

[intro]
m m

[verse]
they think i’m a psycho, i talk to myself and i’m alone
but anytime i see the mirror, i pay a visit to my clone
i’ve been flying at night, night shot by the drone
the ceiling is my friend i smile at him when i can’t sleep
and i know for sure, he will miss me when i’m gone
i stare at the light bulb, until my eye aches
then my shadow embraces me and tells me i’m not alone
i walk to the washroom, i see the wc, i say h-llo
my phone rings every sixty days, the number is unknown
my parents has a son, but to me i wasn’t born
i would have told you whеre i’m from just that the story will be long
tеars rolling down ma eyes as i pen down the song
i’ve been feeding on ma flesh so i can strengthen ma bone
seeing the multitude move make me wanna pull a trigger
i don’t wanna be with them, i second that i’m alone
indeed, i walk to the washroom, i see the wc, i say h-llo
i’ve been having s-x with ma bed and it’s so nasty
i have this feeling that i’m not good, i deserve no one
florist’s azalea on a desert, ma life is always risky
i made myself a pervert, ma mind continues to eat me
i get worn out afterwards throat gag, extremely thirsty
i drink a bowl of water, try helping myself with movie
and the stories in the movies don’t help, they depress me
they got ma mind running for president in a country named filthy
i walk back and forth, unless ma mama start asking
what is wrong with you? are you going mad or something?
i can’t help myself, i enter my room, i lock it
i come out after some hours, overthinking gets me panting
i cool down by the air, i go back inside, i start writing
sometimes it hurts to write, sometimes interesting
writing ma stories for a song is a form of cleansing
life without god is not hard until you miss the blessing
i can’t go on social media, my friends have friends
that they hang around with and post, it gives me heartbreak
so i burn all ma friends and keep the ashes i make
to me none of them exist, they also assume that i’m late
life is getting bitter, i needed to purchase a cake
and the sweeter the cake, the more ma tooth suffers ache
this p-rn site game comfort for a while and then
before i released, i was been hanged on the rake
getting cold all night with no one to touch
suddenly i get warmth, it’s my pillow i hug
love is overrated and worthless, i’ve been thinking that much
they love you with the clean clothes, they don’t prefer the rag
i write on walls in ma room and then the front yard
only cursed words i write so ma mama cleans that
more glitches and freezes, should i hit the restart?
or should i be riding on the pavement till i hit the road back?

- rakeeesa

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