HAPPY DEATH DAY
I'm trying to understand the status of my internal state, But all I see is anger and hate, I fall into the abyss every day, And leave it like after a week of torture, Will I ever be able to come out the same? My optimism rolls further and further down, Don't even ask why my face is emotionless, It's so funny to get hurt when you're broke, I just want to not give a fuck 'bout those around, But they ask me why I am not happy, I live inside my head, everything outside is monochrome, I deal with all the pain but I realize I am mortal, Better to be outside than within four walls I'm a carrier, carry bodies in the trunk, I take the bodies to their destination, and whether they're alive or not - I don't give a fuck, I brought the goods and got the bucks, That's all I need, If the body screams then I beat it until it dies down, I have to watch the breath of this, Otherwise, I won't get the dough, AND I WILL REGRET IT, Fuck reality, fantasy is better, uh My past is so fucked up that I've been to the netherworld, I remember what Scarlxrd said in the song "Hell's on Earth" and subscribe to his every word, IN THE REAL WORLD, THERE'S NOW A BLACK HOLE
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