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aria – the prettier the garden, the dirtier the hands of the gardener كلمات اغاني

letters to your name, i let your face crawl in my brain
i crave your love, but that’s a f-cking lie
i’m liable to change, i’m like alive, but i feel dead
cause my confidence i dread, somber that’s a stretch, counter negative thoughts that i get
how i’m lost and stressed, now i’m off a percocet, i’m often hurt and reckless because to her i’m just a friendship
burnt, i stay curled up in a corner
cordially invite you to my life as a loner
according to sites, i’m misunderstood like foreigners
forfeiting would entail i pick up a knife like a forklift and press that sh-t against my wrist
and then i go slit, oh sh-t
oh bitterness in the cold winter, go wither away
a cold sinner, you’re a hoe b-tch
i hope i forget you
hope these drugs help
hope my lungs melt
like my heart melted when you held my palms for the first time
now it’s all lies, now i know why, you did that sh-t cause you needed attention
and your boyfriend, you mentioned
the problems easily wretched
read that loves an illusion
f-cking drugs, we abuse it
f-ck a hoe, she’s illusive
can’t trust a hoe, she’s so loose that i l-st the touch of her soul
and get used to the rush of delusion
as i brush down her skin
i feel the tension within
it’s like a high or euphoria
like i hired wh-r-s who decided to give me free head, even though they’re highly affordable
baby you’re easy, thats just deplorable
but that makes me uneasy to the point that i’m blue and you know it too
you would’ve f-cked me hard if i was a male model, wouldn’t you?
wouldn’t you? f-cking shallow b-tch, i asked the truth
but you couldn’t do
couldn’t shoot the sh-t
coulda shoulda woulda, but i couldn’t hit
gave my wood a little stiffness, now this b-tch is playing tricks
now my fate is hazy and i’m praying that this goes away
so another day, what the f-ck was i supposed to say?
fell for this b-tch, go to h-ll for this b-tch
i know i drift into madness, i get the sadness that just happens to rattle my chains and i rap through the pain
had it then you left, had i known the stress that would follow
i would’ve still done sh-t all the same, ay

i hate my face, i hate my fate
i’d hate to say it, but it’s too late (x6)

- aria

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