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letra de empathy - trippie sixx

yeah, ay
yeah, okay
yeah, okay
yeah, okay
hey, hey, hey

when i’m dead put some flowers on my grave
spell me out in roses put some th-rns in my name
i was running out of ideas but they came
lately creativity is blocked like a drain

i never felt the same as a grown f-cking man
as i did when i was back in high school wearing vans
same bleach blonde hair, black nails, understand
i paid a price for being different
kids back then wouldn’t listen to slipknot and nwa
wouldn’t wear eyeliner ‘cause it made them feel some type of way
wouldn’t paint their nails if their friends would call them g-y
i got called a f-cking f-ggot every day to my face
but i took it on the chin, no figure of speech
bullies coming out from behind the f-cking trees
taking beatings every day, bruised like a peach
teachers asking why i had a f-cking nosebleed
you tell me

(ay, ay, okay, alright just, one second, give me one second, i’m gonna talk about my dad real quick, ay)

please don’t tell me i need therapy
when i’m just lacking empathy cos you have made a mess of me
i walk into a room and it’s silent
n0body can look at me
leave and i can hear them all talk again about me
it cuts me like a razor blade and i already feel ashamed
i don’t need you talking sh-t and ruining my f-cking name
i don’t need the mind games
i don’t need the tension
i’m already dealing with addiction and depression
the trauma from my childhood haunts me like a ghost
so please forgive me if i don’t let anybody close
i know you wanna help but i don’t need a helping hand
i just want somebody in my life who understands
what it is to be a man ‘cause my father never showed me
barely even knows me
took his first chance and he exits
now he’s got a grandchild
she don’t know he exists
and he could’ve texted
i know he’s got my number
instead he’d rather worry about himself and that’s a bummer
‘cause i had to learn everything i know from my mother
i wish he’d done us both a f-cking favour
and worn a rubber (f-ck)

i try and keep my ten toes down
‘cause when i was a kid if i so much as made a sound
the room would turn ice cold everything would freeze
i was only 9 years old when you turned on me
christmas day 1999, 4 or 5 degrees
i remember the specifics ‘cause it traumatised me
if anything i learned how to be a better father
i’d die for my daughter
i would be a f-cking martyr
i wish you’d hit me harder
i wish you’d knocked me out
‘cause maybe then i wouldn’t have the guts to call you out
‘cause you’re a f-cking piece of sh-t

- trippie sixx

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