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letra de reach out - vendetta vi

[verse 1]
been anxious too long and i’m tired of suffering
always uneasy i just need some comforting
world is so gray my life needs to be colored in
demons around me keep hovering, muttering
whispering sh-t on the daily
thoughts in my head are just making me crazy
can’t even trust anybody around me
not even the girl that i claim as my baby
all that i’ve known is this fear
i have been battling tears
just dreading this sh-t i call life
my mind is far gone from clear
feeling so psycho wanting to end this sh-t
only thing keeping me going is penmanship
just tryna k!ll this anxiety quickly
i just wanna live to witness the death of this
things could be working out great
then randomly i could feel hopeless
like i got a lot on my plate
i’m suffocating and i’m choking
tired of feeling attacked by my brain
searching for light in the midst of the rain
looking for joy i’m tired of pain
i wanna be normal i wanna feel sane
somebody help me i’m screaming and reaching
for anyone come pull me out of the deep end
i really need help i am fading away
just take a listen to what i am preaching
the storm is rising and i can’t even take it
my sight is just filled with this raw thunder
the rubble is trapping me in
anxiety has me so lost under

[verse 2]
they don’t even know what it’s been like
real sh-t coming out my f-cking windpipes
hear the pain in my speech
hear the strength fade out into the weak
every week i hope every day i mope
i just make it everyday barely able to cope
with this sh-t inside my head that i’ve been diagnosed with
pills don’t work motherf-ck the dosage
they just say it all p-sses
take a couple pills leak water in ya gl-sses
it’ll all just fade
they preach that sh-t to the m-sses
walking through the valley of the shadow of death
always fighting for my life i can never get no rest
gotta push everyday gotta give it my best
until the last breath comes right out of my chest
why can’t i be like the rest?
i want my mind to be typical
anxiety is always lurking
making my thoughts way too cynical
i just wanna feel bliss
supplying me this life just does not
i just wanna see the end
want it to p-ss with a gunshot
all the time, stayed so anxious
depressed every night man i really hate this
end this sh-t i just wanna find closure
wanna close my eyes until it’s all over
p-ss me the 9, tryna countdown quick
8, 7, 6, 5, i ain’t tryna feel sh-t
4, 3, 2, it’s about to be done
full clip of bullets but it only takes one

- vendetta vi

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