Post Cocaine Stress Disease

It ain't weekness man
It's the expectation, someone like that has for life
Now i know, what you call that?
But it's not weekness man
Because you wake up day after day
Ready to go through it again
I don't know what that is

Abbracciamoci senza farci del male
Internet è un gigante centro commerciale
Charlie è morto sotto al surf
L'aria mi manca
Gente rotta morta torturata nella stanza rossa
Andrea non metterti i sacchetti in testa
Ho paura di dormire
Vuoi farmi del male? Allora paga

Memory, language, poetry, reflection, compassion
That don't get used man
It sits in you
Rusty, heavy
You get sick bro
You might be fit as can be on the outside
But on the inside you be all falling apart
That's what happened to me
Had all this potential in me taking up space
It's too much to carry around all day
I don't feel good on my own, you know, I need something
I feel awful, really bad, I just need something
And what about creativity
What about accomplishment
What about being admired by people around you
What about curiosity
One day, I just woke up and i realized how much I missed all those things
And I didn't feel so helpless no more



Credits
Writer(s): Andrea Cofano
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