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matreah - melancholia كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
h-llo melancholia
third time that i’m calling ya
the first time that we’ve met
just hope i don’t regret it
h-llo melancholia
just don’t let me fall for ya
i hope i don’t regret it
i hope i don’t regret

[verse 1]
i woke up this morning
more bitter and torn than before
it chokes without warning
but glitters through clothes on my floor
lock every window and door
watch as they mock your disorder
knowing full well that you’re close to your border
they boast that they’re normal
you mind begins soaring
the thoughts keep on swarming
the smile you wear in sight feels vile like a silent parasite
’til you look at every blade like a guillotine
’til you look at every face like it needs a key
’til you look at things through hate, and it stabs and stings
and there’s no one in your way won’t let you grab a piece
and it’s been more than some days since you’ve had some peace
and it’s been about a week since you’d want to eat
and it’s been about a month since you’ve got some sleep
and you’ve lost your ways, like you’ve lost your dreams
like you’ve lost your hope, might just stop the scene
because it blocks your throat, so you just stop your speaking
plus, you’ve fought these thoughts you’d rather lock and keep
you’ve watched your conscience darken- you’ve been marked a freak
they treat you like a martian, like a d-mn disease
for no f-cking reason
like it’s understandable if they don’t flap their mandibles
they act like they can handle but don’t speak with meaning
candle blows, you’re back to st-tching up the seams
and yet, the rubble’s just become too f-cking much to clean
in the violence now, you think you’ll finally say goodbye
like you’ve mustered up the guts to f-cking taste the sky
you’ve been waiting, and you start to lose your patience, why?
these days, you can’t motherf-cking wait to die?

[verse 2]
listen, it’s more than just distance
or spending your life on your phone
you can spend weekends away from your home
week has been rocky, you’re already stoned
spending your life being higher than trees
probably claiming you’re finding your peace
i hate to say it but i disagree
subservience, only feeling happy when the herb is lit
reliant, you’re not riding with the turbulence
you just avoid it ’til you crash into the curb again. your nerves are spent
you just ride along, but what’s the f-cking point when half your mind is gone?
you’ve been tuning your attention to a sirens song
bottom the smirnoff, thought it a drink but you treat it like cure-all
sometimes the cure that we need is to turn off
chemical peace can distract but won’t heal you
someday you’ll learn, you can’t laugh all the burns off
sometimes, a f-cked mind just isn’t the real you
pop all your pills. they conceal what you feel
and someday, it’s revealed, they betrayed you and k!lled you
problems arise and you cope with some dope. tolerance forms and you ask for some more
now, it won’t help you, you ask for a rope, or a bullet to seize you, a trigger to squeeze too
any bent method to end and release you from dead-end dependence and drugs that don’t please you
’cause death will infect adolescence again, and the problems that stress us press minds till they bend
all our emotions expressed through dementedness, people are closer to villains than friends

[outro]
have you ever felt pain being forced through your head?
never has rained, but your severing shame blocks the light from the pane, and your veins course with dread
something so subtle but co-rs- with the force of 10 horses won’t let you divorce from your bed
sometimes the truth can’t dissolve all ya fears
look at our youth, melancholia’s here

- matreah

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