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letra de bloody black shirts - validzty

[hook]

blood black shirts/
don’t talk to me, my head hurts/
what are you lacking/
got you tied up better get, answering/
like why your blood ended on my shirt again/

[verse 1]

a world of l-st and trust k!lls the environment around you/
a curly and twisted up past is enough to make people’s judgements that surround you/
have had people stabbing my back, i’ve got mental imprisonment views/
even if i fight back, always lose a level of innocents roots/
had people come to me for support/
asking question about the world, which i’ve been asking myself, oh lord/
depression kicking in, want to curl into the coffin/
infection sinking in, responsibility is everything/
rejection thinking even, the possibility of failure is shredding/
fake friends leech on you to survive, but the real ones stay along for the ride/
make beliefs bleach’s you with knives, cut the fake ones it’s do or die/
if you don’t like what i say, better leave cause it’s about to get heavy/
these days people get envy, better believe jaws gunna get slit people get ready/
my mind is behind iron bars/
my head is in a intern prison/
rision to the top, but lefted with a million scars/
feel evil, but i still live, am i going backwards/

[hook]

blood black shirts/
don’t talk to me, my head hurt/
what are you lacking/
scratches peel the skin off the bone/
think if the world is better with fighting with sticks and stones/

[verse 2]

black pants, black hoodie, black t-shirt i blend in with the darkness/
don’t want to be the centrepiece, rather stay in the shadows/
dark mind with its dark thoughts/
don’t be surprise if i commit suicide/
shoot myself with your nine or cynide/
but that besides the point, have trouble with trust/
can’t decide for others, half are humble that’s who i entrust/
the rest, get pressed with lead, you help me bust with the pen/
had a dark mind since grade five, is there god or hope, nah nothing but life/
bad thoughts, i was blind by frauds, likey i have friends otherwise it would be knife to wrist/
ain’t about that, but it’s real tho, it’s better if you don’t know/
paint a picture of depression and struggles/
h-ll of a story, it’s got impression and puzzles/

[hook]

blood black shirts/
don’t talk to me, my head hurt/
what are you lacking/
scratches peel the skin off the bone/
think if the world is better with fighting with sticks and stones/

[outro]

can’t stop being this way
only way for me to change is too take away the hate
but that’ll only cause more pain
if i see the world differently
i could never be able to speak the truth again
this is my sins, this is my head, this is bloodly black shirts, this is, me

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