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aw6ken - feeble lyrics

[verse]
i think it’s time that we open up let it be discussed
i be disgusted by everything that these demons love
they beat and push me these mirrors i never even look
these evil insecurities there secured in me eat me up
i’m feeble f-cked up these feelings numb yet i’m feeling fl-stered
i’m scheming cuts see my sleeve you people should see whats under
i woulda been in the mud by now but repercussions of leaving loved ones is the only reason that i weep on cushions
and i don’t put a m-ssive blade to my neck
i don’t think anyone comprehends the sh-t i face in my head
i’ve never needed anyone to come and pay me respect
or say they accept me just a f-cking page and a pen
they try to referee judging me on issues but they just never see
hardly anything i face this motherf-cking -ss of a life it knocks me telling me
that i’m tenuous i should beg and plead
but whenever i’ve bled i seem to get up and tell the b-tch that i want a best of three
i should probably stop
it’s stupid
keep saying i’ll change
never do it
i leave it all here in my music but that don’t change the fact that i’m hurt and i’m wounded
and how long am i really gon do this whiny cr-p
im sick of myself i see my face i be finding cracks
get sad i cry then i have to try to tell myself i’m a man alright but man im sick of p-sserbys p-ssing me by that be smiling cus i ain’t smiling back
this motherf-cking anxietys got me dying bad
i’m sick of always just tryna be something i ain’t man
im sick of constantly tryna please them i hide the cracks
i thought id finnaly found a queen she don’t like me back
i thought i’d finnaly found some peace from these fights and scr-ps
i got my -ss jumped again from these 7 guys with bats
whoever told you life ain’t a b-tch is a lying slag
and i
laugh and i jest but the fact is messed up i’m taking like all these anti depressants don’t get past my neck cus i latch it b-tch i grab it to vex man im mad with my ex what a f-cking cheating wh0r- want a strap to my head f-ck living on cus i’ve spat my confessions i crack under pressure if life is a lesson then i’m certain that i’m sat in detention
they all be claiming that when your born the sh-t so grand and a blessing
but 18 motherf-cking years my mom been trapped in depression

- aw6ken lyrics

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