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Troubled soul, that’s not whole
Anymore and a shadow, that’s got a hold.
So, scared about the dare
From the demons’ pair
With a snare.
Feeling grounded and pounded
By the demon howlin to bound me
And dragging me round.
Being depressed but trying my best
To get some ing rest and yet
I have to confess that I feel possessed
By the evil.
Troubled soul, that’s not whole
Anymore and a shadow, that’s got a hold.
The demons are screamin
While I'm dreamin.
We are all heathens, with feelins
Dealin with no meanin.
I assume that the wound will stay in my room with the feeling of doom.
When I feel trapped, I rapped
About the feeling of being wrapped.
Troubled soul, that’s not whole
Anymore and a shadow, that’s got a hold.
I'll be in bed, inside my head
With the dread I fled
And my mind has sped with the pain.
Sadly, my brain is starting to drain
When it rains.
When I complain, I am constrained
And it drives me insane.
I feel chained and my veins
Are poisoned.
Troubled soul, that’s not whole
Anymore and a shadow, that’s got a hold.
My heart is falling apart with the hell I'm in.
I'm like fine art that's a start of the dark.
A coffin is often the option that softens for me.
The potion is a killer motion in my ocean.
But the mission is a vision
Of collision.
The weather's cold, this feeling gets old
And I was told to be bold
But how can I when my soul is fading.
I hate the date it all traded the smiles I had.
They expect my profile is all smiles
But that’s not my style and for awhile
It’s been feeling hostile.
Troubled soul, that’s not whole
Anymore and a shadow, that’s got a hold.
Is it a sin to grin because I have been?
I guess that means then I’m going down again.
The sound that’s got me bound to the ground, and starts the countdown.
My depression always questions my session with my aggression wanting the confession of my expressions and my obsession.
I feel the possession and that’s why I have my own rap sessions.
Others will ask you “did you know she was depressed?”
And then you confessed that you knew I was stressed.
Troubled soul, that’s not whole
Anymore and a shadow, that’s got a hold.
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