Last week i was hiding from king kong
This time i fought him i won
My God is the higher power because of him --- I won... Will i win again?
Close the backroom door
Let the good girl cool off
This is the moment my bad dreams come to life like kendrick but instead im running from them inside my mind
Turning sides on my bed in hope i can go to bed
Lyrics pouring out left and right don't know what to do but cry...
Telling myself they are just dreams when they are not these are the people who left me out to rot nowadays dem faces tell alot
I tell myself i don't care about the music but deep down i do
Feedin the monsters the nutrients from my hair everday is kill i need a fuel
I got brain damage i find myself runnin from the same 3 episodes
I came to the conclusion cold beats heat; the same for the devil's heap
©camille
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