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Christopher Rotella

Lost my soul
I cannot pretend
Like the days go on
I am fucked until the end
As the moon disspears and it fades
It mends my soul and makes me feel alive again
And yet im still fucked
Always feelin trapped always feelin fuckin stuck
Get the fuck up off me
Ride or die I suck at every fuckin thing that I try
I aint got nothin for me but my music and my fuckin luck
Fuck

There aint nothing that can fix us up
Ill be rollin in my grave always feelin fucked up
Everyday doing shit and it never seems to end
Everyday feelin hurt and I still pretend
Fucked up everyday I cannot comprehend
What the fuck is you saying?
Can I breathe again?
Every other day and im feeling super stupid
Every other day feeling like I aint lucid

I am the ghost of ending past
Nothing can come from acting fast
You must just think and feel inspired
If you think hard you could conspire
Bout what?
Makin fuckin drugs
Makin fake ass money
Washing counterfeit
And sellin that funny
Everybody lookin at me with insanity
I do not feel the man in me
Im disconnected from reality

Bitch we are done
Im so fucked in the head, no
Get up out my phone
Im not dead
Where should I go
Dont hurt yourself
Just leave me be-
Im on verge of insanity
When I wake up and see your texts
Ill leave my body
Take yours next

I can never learn because all I do is fail
Looking to the future see what it entails
I am not yet done
But im done with everyone
Dont wanna talk to anyone
Call me tame like an unloaded gun
Fuck it up
Leave your body rotting in the sun
I do not care for having no fun
Im too busy covering how I feel numb
Talking mad shit
But I could crush u with my thumb

When the sun sets down
When the sun sets down
When the sun sets down
When the sun sets down

When the sun sets down
I can feel my struggle evolving into a frown
When the sun sets down
I can feel all my pain as it compiles into my brain
When the sun sets down
Call me a king and give me a crown
King of worlds that are upside down
When the sun sets down
Call me downstairs
Watch my dog swim
Tell little me that hell be put down

Little me had little trouble
Never seemed to turn to rubble
Life was wholesome in my bubble
Till the day that you come in

Then you just popped my shit
Not no fun one bit
I am done
I am sick of it
I am sick of it
No

There aint nothing that can fix us up
Ill be rollin in my grave always feelin fucked up
Everyday doing shit and it never seems to end
Everyday feelin hurt and I still pretend
Fucked up everyday I cannot comprehend
What the fuck is you saying?
Can I breathe again?
Every other day and im feeling super stupid
Every other day feeling like I aint lucid

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