Fictitious storyline.A guy is writing his suicide letter refering to his mom
assaults
bolt assaults
choudhary
shrey
shrey choudhary
Story behind the song
A guy writing suicide letter reminiscing how he was tortured throughout his life.
ps:Don't be scared guys nothing has gone wrong with me as depicted in the story.
Lyrics
Verse1:
Bolt Assaults
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To those who are responsible for all this!
it is since the day i was born and a long time before it
i was a burden in her womb when i clinged on to it
kicked on and on till she was nauseatic, vomitted
my brother saw her suffer hated the one who was causing it
i was the one who bothered her ,came out of her
my father was a little far from her,and his mobile was outta work
my mother fainted for the pain she couldn't bare
and the baby prematurely delivered slept in the cradle
the poor kid din't know his fate ,
today he'll be slittin his wrist and be wasted none will care
the baby grew up with his brother who was 3 years
old,with a cold heart coz he had to share
his room .
This news reached the ears of my father
he came up and I grew up , i was beaten and bruised
the new scars were induced then grown deeper into
i used to ask my mother if the bruises were part of us too?
I wanted to play with friends i wanted to make
and tell them "my name is shrey" and play soldiers and games
but my brother who stayed 20x7 with me
pushed me off the jungle gym and tell you that i just slipped
4 hours i missed were spent with you and your kisses
i stood there hoping that after him i'd be kissed you
pretended to forget me intentional didn't you
now this blade is pouring tears out ofmy wrists too
Chorus:
Bolt Assaults
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What did I do,why am I shattered
fume my bruise,it never withers
this wound inside me is swelling fat
my life's essence is smelling bad
I died inside, and smiled away
Far outside ,the life is better
I payed my price
am leaving this today ,my Suicide letter
Verse 2:
Bolt Assaults
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i was tossed into a government school where rats did feed
on the food that we were given,even my books did bleed
I shook and pleaded bullies who took me freezed
you cooked me cheese,they revised your cooking speed with me
,my teacher's ruler imprinted on my hands
now m rapping to those each and every sounds of those raps
was never found in your lap, i was trapped in my room
you locked from outside so i could perhaps be groomed
continued this doom practice ,(i mispell it too)
sorry the groom practice till i entered this tomb
I had to chat and interact with faces unfamiliar
with a background you provided even the air grew thinner
i was over shadowed ,over powered , underestimated
hated by the ones i liked and loved by the nuns who hate none
you erased fun from life , shaved my smile
have realised this life is not my type
the days can be darker,even breathing be harder
every word that you are reading are now deepened and darkened
because the ink of the pen is being mixed with the blood that
is mixed with my tears how much jinxed was I dear?
this rush is replacing ruckus that I fear
I just couldnot bare these f*** ed up nightmares
am transiting from life to a death which is better
I will live up there and I will live with my head up
I don't want a tear not a scene of reminiscence
not a word of regret when you read this suicide letter
Bye Mom..I love you
Chorus
