Blessed With a Curse
Like in a horror movie
People around me are all zombies
Walk in lines in the city
Fuck the brains they want money
Beaten up so hard i cant move an inch
I hate my own birthday i feel like the grinch
Exploring my own mind always makes me flinch
I cant say a word i lose my french
Bitch im not ok
But you cant save me its too late
I find myself in my worst state
Again in font of a gate
I feel like life doesn't want me
I aint got no air, i just wanna breath
They say lifes good i disagree
It always keeps me in this misery
Why do i always feel so empty?
Smooth sadness flows in my body
I don't really know what's wrong with me
But i have a problem definitely
I keep myself aside from society
It aint good for my poetry
Im losing all my individuality
Even i step on my dignity
Why do i write these lines
I dont want people to know my state of mind
My friends around me are all blind
They wont notice when ill be gone
Id like to feel like im important
I want my bros to need me more
Seems like calling me is a chore
Always something to do before
I m showing all my lyrics to my friends
And tho they read it till the end
They feel how its going to bang
But my words cant tell how desperate i am
Im afraid im about to give up
How many people will show up?
Will my mother ruin her make up?
Will anybody wake up?
There i thought it couldn't be worse
But now im jobless
And im homeless
Im blessed with a curse
People around me are all zombies
Walk in lines in the city
Fuck the brains they want money
Beaten up so hard i cant move an inch
I hate my own birthday i feel like the grinch
Exploring my own mind always makes me flinch
I cant say a word i lose my french
Bitch im not ok
But you cant save me its too late
I find myself in my worst state
Again in font of a gate
I feel like life doesn't want me
I aint got no air, i just wanna breath
They say lifes good i disagree
It always keeps me in this misery
Why do i always feel so empty?
Smooth sadness flows in my body
I don't really know what's wrong with me
But i have a problem definitely
I keep myself aside from society
It aint good for my poetry
Im losing all my individuality
Even i step on my dignity
Why do i write these lines
I dont want people to know my state of mind
My friends around me are all blind
They wont notice when ill be gone
Id like to feel like im important
I want my bros to need me more
Seems like calling me is a chore
Always something to do before
I m showing all my lyrics to my friends
And tho they read it till the end
They feel how its going to bang
But my words cant tell how desperate i am
Im afraid im about to give up
How many people will show up?
Will my mother ruin her make up?
Will anybody wake up?
There i thought it couldn't be worse
But now im jobless
And im homeless
Im blessed with a curse
Credits
Writer(s): Benoit Van Hyfte
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