Spent a few hours pondering and recording what another person's story could be like, and this is the product. Lyrics below

Beat by TunnA Beats 
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Lyrics: 
In a ten day span of low attention and cans
man did I feel useless with no use for my hands
wrote down letters to myself and drowned my own sorrows
bottom of the bottle is where the letter goes
I pray to God someone picks up what I left there
out to sea seems the only place my voice ever mattered
endless nights of dark and nothing but dreams shattered
the nightmares began to shake their hold in a sudden manner

Though days go by with no regrets or remorse
I sometimes dream of being somebody’s prince on a white horse
The things that I said, the things I didn’t do
it doesn’t matter in the end when all that’s left is the truth
you can’t ever expect to run from what you are 
nor can you ever hide what’s underneath those  scars
just move on and let go for a moment
breath in and realise it’s pure atonement

You’re always your best friend and worst opponent
my goodness it felt good when the ghosts were gone for that moment
Finding a foothold for these future endeavours
There may well be some “happily ever afters”
So while I turn personal darkness to a fairytale
someone else could probably use a cure to their ail
A pure silken cloth covering their eyes and self
but remove the cover and suddenly problems unveil

They say one can be touched by an angel
and sometimes it feels like it’s a crazy angle
but belief in self and belief in something else
that’s all we need for the road that awaits ourselves     
In the dark it can all seem so fucking empty
shadows eating up light that keeps on attempting
to illuminate it all, the rooms and the halls
Breath in the moment and watch as all evil stalls

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