This is a work in progress. It is intended to be the last track of the album, as an  instrumental.

Adieu

So I was working on another song and testing some of the effects I had and got distracted and started working on this melody. I was getting getting Jhin vibes from it, so then I started sampling his voice lines.

It isn’t polished but figured I’d post this as I probably won’t be circling back to finish it for a while.

Hopefully you like it.

I only had three paragraphs so this is a filler so that it would have “four”.

Four

Phone: Hello? Who is it?

Verse 1:
Salutations.
We don’t hear that word that much these day.
Wouldn’t you agree with me?

Phone: I think you might have the wrong number…

There was no mistake.
Though we’ve never talked before
Phone: Alright… I’m  hanging up now.
I am glad that you answered the phone.

Phone: *sigh* You a telemarketer?
I have nothing for sale.
Jehovah’s Witness? One them Mormons? Not interested.
If anything, I need saving
But I know it’s far too late for me now.

Phone: Wait what? You okay? Do you need help?



I just need someone
I can talk to cus I’m lonely
And I could use a friend tonight.

Phone: Dude, this isn’t funny.
This is not a joke.
But I can tell you one.
That would be life in entirety.

Phone: Yo, it can’t be that bad.
I have two cell phones.
Phone: okay?
One for work and one that’s personal
Want to know who calls my personal phone?

Phone: Alright I’ll bite… who?
Telemarketers.
Phone: We all get those.
Sometimes family.
And the same friend or two less seldomly

Phone: Well that’s not too bad.
182.
Phone: What?
Friends I have on social media.
But there only good for the likes.

Phone: Well have you tried reaching out to them? I’m sure there’s better people to talk to then me.
Unanswered phone calls.
Unreplied voicemails, text and dms.
I guess I’m inconveniencing them.

Phone: Yeah, that’s not cool.
A phone works in both ways
So why must I always
Initiate every interaction?

Phone: Alright… I’ll be your friend… What’s your name?
Just call me Tim Thomas
Phone: I’m Bleezie. Tell me about yourself.
I’m really into movies.
Tv shows, books and music as well.

I grew up watching Disney.
But life’s not like most movies.
Don’t hold your breath hoping for a happy ending

Everyone has problems.
Phone: Yup
Including you, no exception.
Phone: True
But I’m just so tired. So tired.
Phone: Oh you can’t sleep. Been there.

I’m known for my smile.
Phone: You flexing that you’re a Colgate model?
But it’s been some while.
That I have been so tired. So tired.
 

Phone: 
The muscles in my face.
Like my heart they ache.
They no longer want to raise the corners of my lips
Phone:You’re scaring me man

My sister is a dreamer.
Phone:  That’s a positive.
But she had lukemia.
Phone: That sucks… I’m Sorry.
Why the hell her and not me? Why the hell her and not me?

Phone: Hello?
Ti-Tim? Tom? Tim?
Talk to me buddy
Hello?
You can’t ghost me after saying that man, that’s not cool.
I just want to make sure you’re alright, man.
Like… Where are you?
Hello?
Let me know you’re there, man.
Hey, TIM!
Can you come back?

Unknown Number

Doctor

Oh Doctor

I think we have a problem

My smile is broken

And my eyes keep on leaking

What's the prognosis

Will i live through it

I feel like I am drowning

Goosebumps on the skin

Awoken from a nightmare

Just to realize

Reality is so much worse

Since I was a child

Been told, "Life's a gift from God"

This isn't what I want

Can I return to sender

I just stepped off the ledge

It's more than I can handle

I am ill prepared

Ill equipped

Am I all alone

Question, you silent hurting ones

How do you sleep at night?

That was rhetorical

I already know

On your bed you lie

To yourself and anybody else perchance is listening

Your own façade is washing out your little voice that is begging

Pleading

Needing a rescuing, you're drowning

But it never comes, since you would never ask

(Whispered: Please, somebody help me")

We just stepped off the ledge

It's more than we can handle

We are ill prepared

Ill equipped

Someone rescue us

Don't let our smiles fool you

We are not okay

We are ill prepared

Ill equipped

Life is killing us

Doctor, oh doctor

I feel all alone

Doctor, oh doctor

I feel overwhelmed

Doctor, oh doctor

I think we have a problem

Your smile is broken

And your eyes too are leaking

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