White Noise, it's white noise right? it's white noise, right? white noise, right.. right?
Bulimia holding to me tight, it's a miracle if I make it
By the end of the night, paying the ultimate price
Soulless right?, Looking ghostly white
Supposed to fight as I'm told to but why
Should I attempt and try? - to depressed to
Because even when I'm alive I got nobody to vent to
I'm provoked by my own thoughts, told dastardly sh**
Invoking knots in my stomach, throwing up it
Slowly nothing but white noise life just static
The cold touch of it makes me quite combative
Rather irrational, fashion fast this black ma**
Hangs over my battered procrastinative
Brain scattered rather rash socially awkward a**
Lashing never honestly given a pa**
Just holding a mask up to never disclose his a**
Cause he's chosen a path, of ma** antidepressants
To stop pressure
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It's a fact nowadays sh**'s either seen as cla**ic or trash
It's tragic, as that's the thought process I have
I can't digest, Ima die in jest, treading
Stressed, anonymous
Bled and following This dreadful hollow man
Difficult swallowing palming a couple Kolonopen
Is what I'm wanting man double the empty bottles anti-anxiety medication, many find me as crazy
Frayed see, boasting keeps my temple sane
Mostly on a whole different mental plain
Then most tempted plain entertaining human beings
Always complain, settle to stay
Groaning growing to be a level away
But I'll never stay, only paving the way out it
Slowly nothing but white noise, life just static
The cold touch of it made me quite combative
But I'm out it, no doubt stating that proudly
It's dumbfounding how we did it soundly now just not
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It's apparent the absence of a parent made me transparent
Never cherished I can barely bare it, raised to chase merits
It's wearing me out, not a cent dollar in are bank account
To be frank, I give thanks to how our mother carries the house
I won't cower down to these cowards, found a bright light
No plights, I fight right away, irate I'm in pain
Hoping I get signed today, but know it won't suffice
Inclined to find a way, grinding, against the grain
It's gonna be mine, why? my mind's profane
I'm infamous in-taking sh**
Rising to grace - hence
I'm complacent it's prying me till I complain since
I've been given the cold shoulder told i'm nothing
That's a joke I'm overqualified for you dumb a**holes
So coaxed by a notebook teacher giving a cold look
Hoe know i'm thinking of a symphony of f**ing symbols
That connect like puzzles, fine rhymes that'll puzzle
Disses that halt a rebu*tal, that'll trip out stumble you
Schemes that have been stuck in my cerebellum for a couple
Of hours, now, that would make a veteran drop his pencil
Works that would make you think i'm mental, and cower now
And fouler, rowdier shouting how in hell could I've
Taken sh** for hours and weeks days and decades
Raised in a broken home, bound to get degraded
Sour instigation, ingratiated, Matteo making
Everyday a living nightmare, quite scared
To fight, no confidence bared, mom not spared
She got popped by my pops, right in the eye, I was frightened
And now I'm out it now, and I don't comply When I'm writing
So f** you and everyone you get no love in the slightest..
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