BLACK BLVVD IN THE VEINS
CVLD BLVVDED
Huh, what? Who said that I'm friendly inside as well as at first sight? Black blood runs through my veins but it's not the worst pie, My heart is beating somewhere behind the ribs, but I don't hear a sound, I don't want to think about the scars on it and the old wounds. In my eyes, you'll not see the pupils, CUZ THEY'RE COMPLETELY FILLED WITH BLACK, Trust me, don't dig into my past, YOU'RE GONNA GO CRAZY IN MY HEAD, YOU WILL REGRET THAT STEP, AND THEN NOTHING WILL HELP. If I open my soul I become a living virus, The fact that I'm distant doesn't make me a sick psycho, I'm just tryna find myself in this world and find a title, UNLIKE Y'ALL, I DON'T WEAR ANY MASKS N' I'M NOT A LIAR. Funny shit that everything I write partly happens only in my head, It's all just my fantasy, I'm tryna make my world in my own brain...
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