@wristdowntheriver

prod pekarot

isolate in my room
i mean what else can i do
i mostly feel like tool
people sometimes pick and choose
i can’t place u in my shoes
my brain is beaten and bruised
feels like there’s nothing to lose
to everyone thats old news
remember when my nose oozed
synthetic taste down my tongue
than something changed bout ur love
it went from something i want
to something i think i need
sometimes i just wanna speak
and than i watch the phone ring
it’s recurring thing
maybe it’s something with me
my ribs poppin to say hi
ur eyes starting to bye
wait till u see when i’m high
and how my eyes start to fly
the corners of my sclera
tears washed my mascara
mirror shows a chimaera
maybe i’m acting so dumb
maybe nothing is enough
i feel like i’m trapped in cuffs
confined in this four by four
my thoughts start to echo more
and then i pass out the floor
find my body find my corpse

mascara

jaydes - dying (mandy)

marley

3rd eye never closin

pop hard

i don’t know me

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pop hard

mando