A hustle
I'm trying very hard, since I was fourteen,
Everything seemed to be broken, so I bought myself a dead ring,
Tryna console my heart,
Everything is going wrong,
Where you've been,
Lost in this empty world,
Is there anyone who can hear my scream??
Brain is blasting,
Drowning in my own dreams,
Blood sheds everywhere,
At least now u can see my suffering,
All the pain, drained in the basin,
Tears runs over my heart, tearing it into pieces
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