Trauma Dump

I can smell your grief child
I can smell your grief
I can smell your grief child
I can smell your grief
Look at all your dreams right beyond your reach

Overexerting in what's your creation
Bathing in my anxiousness
Too soon in the relationship
To show me your Eidolon
It's all in my eagerness
Meager little pitch black soul
Edge of the city, still smoking on backroads
This that, ink bleed out your eyes
The article on your phone
Inspector Clouseau, still in Rome
You too slow and looking cancelable
Shoving a round peg in a square hole, unbearable
Diction demeanor, it's the melancholy menace
Single apprentice, not so social
Keep your distance, good riddance
All speaking in riddles, when I'm only fluent in rhymes
And the truth is still hidden
Why would you waste your time

I can smell your grief child
I can smell your grief
I can smell your grief child
I can smell your grief
Look at all your dreams right beyond your reach



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dahl
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