Sitting in my room, under the moon, hearing blues,
bearing in this sad tune, my heart been badly bruised,
ripples of the guitar sending waves into my badger mind,
where the place "self" I can't find, call me Ray, I'm blind,
heart of drum comes into play and it sounds so familiar,
It eases my pain, and it clears up my brain, this is a killer,
tip tap, that must be the rain, the quiet ones runs down my
cheeks, heart throbbing in agony when everytime I *sigh*
I'm drowning in my own ocean, pores open with salty sweats,
I'm fend to lose my breath, if I don't swim myself out of this.
My mind blurry like looking into a screene with full of "rice",
I'm swimming hard as I can, but my arms are weak
..It looks like I'm fend to lose the fight,
sharks coming after me, but what's the use, I have no life,
so I weaken myself and drown, no accident, for a purpose,
I'm going to hell anyways, why waste space on this surface,
where it's going to hurt worse, the exposure is going to sting,
the big bold letters in the article going to put me in eternity sleep
so I leave u with this tape, "don't worry" and a loud bang,
now everything done changed, lips are sealed once again,
what i've done can't be reverse, one mistake and my life is over.
True story here, a man beat his girlfriend to death, he didn't mean to, he wanted to teach her a lesson and not cheat on him again, after that the cops said they found a tape called "Don't worry" It plays a instrumental, which the cops believed he made, it was played by a guitar and drums. Chea.
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Wrote this from that beat, a Topical verse, but w.e I know it's not going to flow anyways
