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letra de metaphorical - strangermusiq

the life i live it’s absolutely a f-cking lie
it’s like a little b-tterfly, with broken wings
can’t reach the sky
despite the problems, i’m giving it a try
so confused, can’t choose between the options
my pride keeps torture me, till the die
what the f-ck is this regime standing for
this country has never been supporting the dreams so i’m leaving though
men i see my parents getting old, what i may suppose to do
before the time will go, want me to pray the god?
i see my parents getting old once again
i wich if i could save them from the bane
the whole situation goes insane
it’s an irrational stance
100 percent
my disquiet’s driving crazy immediately i’m overthinking my faults
i’m sick of being broke
my sentimental getting blocked
i feel like my brain is 50 years old inside a body of 21 years old
so feeble from the shock my pressure flopping down seems like it’s broke
but i’m struggling from the hurricane alone
i cannot guarantee my self a future inside this f-cking prison
i cannot even make a decision
when there’s a heavy fabric on my eyes covering the vision
k!lling reflections
my future seems nonexistent
i can’t see anymore between the distance

[bridge]
i’m falling down
from the ground
from the illusion line that i was walking on
frequently i’m fading inside my dreams
especially when i think about my future
i’m overthinking badly i deeply digging into my memories
[hookx2]
the life i live it’s like a totally h-ll for me
i wanna make a change but i cannot with a broken knees
i’m feeling like my spirits plummet falling degrees
i’m grasping my breath
i’m trying again
i’m washing my sins

[verse 2]
despite the sh-t i’m going thru i’m still chasing my purpose
despite the hammers banging on my head, i’m standing ruthless
despite the illusion dreams i’m still optimistic
sometimes the quietness on my head is badly making such a reverb violence
i’m overthinking daily about the missions
can’t adapt to this environment of reactions
the main attraction of society got that infection of pollution
they necessarily need a sprayer vaccine
i’m trying my best to washing my sins
never wonder why the people are committing suicide
because the m-ssive of the damages inside can’t describe
behind in every somber line, there’s a question why
never call for inciting cause no one will be satisfied
i wish if i could be proud of the place i belong
i wish if i could see the sun behind the extremely smog
i wish if the people stop the violence on the street also the racist in the silence
balancing between races, displaying the peace
i’m dying pieces into a tiny sizes
i always been repeatedly getting criticized by the hazards
but my thoughts are inaccessible the connection is so feeble
my mood is capricious seems i’m getting disconnected, though

- strangermusiq

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