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d-hark - the vent lyrics

[verse 1]
i still think i haven’t learned to speak yet
cuz when words come out, it’s different than they perceive it
turn friends into acquaintances
acquaintances to strangers and
it’s all out of a fear that wasn’t real, i just created it
i think, “what if they’re all bored of me?
and my disappointment turns home into a quarantine?
what if we don’t bleed the same color and you throw me away
because you see it and decide to treat it morbidly?”
v don’t know it but she taught me no one notices
when it’s under clothes and out of the focal point they’re focused in
it’s making me feel mad or rabid
i swear it’s not a bad habit
only when the world is cold as sh-t
everyone tells me i should be blessed to live
even when i have nothing left to give
i should always make the most of it
but i only know how to make a mess of it
my father called failure my own recipe
but if i ever made success it was destiny
people don’t get that to remain conscious
there’s so many little things i need to accomplish
it’s something i was born with, this complex
that i won’t be loved if i don’t do something monstrous
and maybe that’s why i started speaking out
and then i learned the people i thought listened would just bleep it out

yeah, maybe someone’ll get it

[verse 2]
no one understood why i turned to drugs
it’s all because i’m always proved i’m something you can’t learn to love
the world is something that i’m at the mercy of
and my time is burning up
i wake up with the strength of the positive
but i guess that’s not my prerogative
i’ve got enough of the industry into me
but kids’ll see the gift i bring and then they’ll try and say it not a gift
i used to want a girl who never even knew i rapped
just because then the love would have nothing to do with that
i’m beginning to see that all that is nonsense
cuz this is where i’m honest, where she can see my conscience
but when she understands, i’m too imperfect
and if i’m an anomaly then she just can’t interpret
maybe i’m a disturbed kid, or maybe i’m just worthless
or maybe she just likes my best friend more
that always seems to be the transmission, ten-four
that’s why i’m always going over and out
cuz people make me sick of seeing what being sober’s about

[outro]
god, when i go home, you’ve got some explaining to do
i just don’t get it sometimes, man
i’ve been putting my heart and soul into this sh-t for a long time
well, it feels like a long time
and there’s a lot that i still just don’t understand so
i guess i gotta pour it out in songs like this
i try to act like nothing phases me, you know
i put on this mister o’malley persona, but it’s just a sh-ll
just someone that i wish i was
someone that feels perfect all the time
and that can come across any obstacle and just look at it like it’s nothing
but when it comes down to it, that’s not me

- d hark lyrics

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