Beat by NK Music: https://nkmusicbeats.beatstars.com/beat/desdemona-3508845

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Lyrics:

My brain,
My brain,
I'm the man with no name,

On the railroads,
Back home,
Brain froze,

As I look into my thoughts,
All I see is fear,
Reminiscing of the times spent in yesteryear,
All the leverage that I lost, ain't coming back now,
Until I finally pay the cost of not backing down,
I'm paying dues to my self every other day,
So I could see life through a clearer lens.
Anyway, how was your day? I haven't heard from you in quite a while, I've been steady soul searching, flowing down the Nile of Nihilism, and Trumpism, America first, America first, but what America even mean? We on the same team! Let me see your definition for question 5, cuz I been stuck on section A, bout the chapter of our times. The progress of our lives, have presumably shifted, towards the worship of fools, and criticism of gifted.
We soaking in the pools of vanity, sanitized by the blue pills of chlorine, it hurts my eyes, but don't scream, put your goggles on, lather up in sunscreen, careful not to get cut on the thorns of false reality. 

My brain,
My brain,
I'm the man with no name,

On the railroads,
Back home,
Brain froze,

"You're trying to fit in"

Why, yes father. I am trying to fit in. After all, I've been living in a constant state of trying to figure out where I belong, ever since I was pulled out the womb, I've felt like a ride-along, umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, my biological lifeline wanting me to die. With this on my mind, how can I not even try to fit in, after all, come preschool, probably the only time I've ever felt like I fit in, but even then, I had a brewing of an uncomfortable feeling from within my being telling me to ACT OUT, you need attention, why? You might ask, well may I mention, situation at home was never too great, fighting, arguing, staring at the dinner plate while my mother and I sat wondering why father was always late.

"You're trying to fit in"

Why yes, even in middle school I'd feel the fool, yes feel the fool, the class clown, arts and crafts time, I'd make my own crown, the paper cuts I'd feel slowly eating at my ability to heal, as the lacerations grew deeper, so did my interest in theatre, and not plays, I mean cinema. Within a short period of time, in my middle school life, I realized that I could take up a hobby, a lifelong dream of telling stories and being part of a greater whole, a director is what I wanted to be, writing scenes, leading teams, everyone in the audience looking up to me, the director, what an innocent dream, little Brandon had at 13.

"You're trying to fit in"

"Stop trying"

The Director

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