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Death Of The Lyricist (UNCUT) - ABZthelyricist
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Chronic state of depression to its extremes. Created by doubts, mistrust and longing for all that seems unachievable.
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Abdullah Haris
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Sun Aug 24, 2008
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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[Verse One: ABZthelyricist]
All by self, emotions cuffed to seclusion,
And for those who bluffed with you, caused the confusion
Its true, it was just an illusion when I told ya’
I hate ya', I sold my soul, how cold a
Lover can get selfish, only selfless,
I carry the weight on my shoulders, alone,
Stuck to the phone, just on my own, again
Phone a friend? I won’t enter that zone again
I have suffered a lot,
My mind is racing, thoughts slur together
I don’t know what I was escaping,
Seems I’ve been hurt forever
Alone in the company of my own agony
Sunken in a drunken melody, such irony?!

[chorus]
I tried to break the wall,
Loved everything, now I hate it all
I gave it all, but, my thoughts detest,
I know I fought the best thought,
I lost the bet
And no matter how exhaust I’d get,
The price I paid and the cost I fret
…for music… I used it
As an excuse for being this stupid
I do it; I’ll do it again,

[versetwo]
In response to a loss
Or caused by a grief or sad event
I go mad and cement the walls of my past events,
Reminded when I recall, often I fall in my present
best friend it became, cognizant of all,
not so pleasant, after all, rather than an acquaintance
I became dependant on anti-depressants
Incessant so much, voice a blatant
With no other choice, but, pretend vague sadness
Play madness, traumatized
My mamma’s eyes
was all I saw when I contemplated suicide
Alone in the company of my own agony
Sunken in a drunken melody, such irony

[chorus]
I tried to break the wall,
Loved everything, now I hate it all
I gave it all, but, my thoughts detest,
I know I fought the best thought,
I lost the bet
And no matter how exhaust I’d get,
The price I paid and the cost I fret
…for music… I used it
As an excuse for being this stupid
I do it; I’ll do it again,

That’s it!
I don’t need this life…
F*** it!
*Gun Cocked*

........ Bang!