ebor mistral anhedonia şarkı sözleri
I haven't brushed my teeth in nearly three days
Got no reason reason reason I quit my degree
Agoraphobia in Mum's house I'll stay
Use my phone a MBDTF way
I give up no real drive I'm in a bad way
Oh when the stakes were high I cared but that shit is over now
You put your time into my takedown was clowned forced out no clout
So onto dole stingy check every month public eyes I'm a sponge I apply have a hunch
I am blacklisted, feels that way I've no XP on my CV that I blanketed, give me a chance
Thank you Lucy nepotism on minimum wage now but it's something
I am not ready, going outside is a fear and it's deathly but I do it
I am not carried, staying inside I get sneers it's unhealthy I say screw it
I am not lazy just unwell not excuses or a self-delusion
So I quit yet again
Back to start
Wake at 3 noon and I masturbate and then
Back to bed a sleep state I feel like shit when
I wake so on YouTube actuate my brain stem
Write a life plan
You're not done
Your inner life as you define you da one
They don't get it yet respect have own fun
The Price of Shame is that you hide from the Sun
Thank Monica every day because she won
Took her life back so respect that and learn from
Relight the match inside me commit arson
My inner fire's back so I will come for life against all the strife
So please do not try, discredit and vie
For my destruction, I am not the one
I will never die, I'm on a mission
I will still get mine, force through my freedom
I can save my life
All this high talk
Where is it going
Insecurity showing
Repeat my mantra day fin
Nowt done next day I'll try it
I said next day I'll try it
Yesterday as a buy in
I just need more remindin'
You're not done
Your inner life as you define you da one
They do get it yet respect have own fun
The Price of Shame is that you hide from the Sun
Thank Monica every day because she won
Took her life back so respect that and learn from
Relight the match inside me commit arson
My inner fire's back so I will get on the attack and point out your fuckshit is wack
Anhedonia is a fuckery
Of the mind it is hot like a cookery
Yet the limbs cold and limp like a butchery
My brain has a shite apothecary
I am still alive, I will soon appreciate this
My choices all mine, leave and learn own power and shit
Life ain't always nice, build an emotional toolkit
To then survive
And then thrive all of the damn time
Middle finger to my old life
There is no hope self-hate you lied

