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Troubled Soul

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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