Real Fucking Story
A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,
So when you too tired to turn,you just lay in your rest,
Thoughts lay in your chest,the eyes is sayin' the rest,
And prayin' is best,but who do you pray to?
Pray to be blessed and you pray he'll save you,
Like the lil'boy who used to play with the toys,
Now he don't play no more,and he shakes in his voice,
Ever since he met the candy man,just a matter of candy damn,
But can he plan how to stand,he can't,
Not after what happened to him that day he'll never forget,
What's been happening since,he wakes up in sweat,
Middle of night,screams of silence echo in head,
This riddle of life,the day he lets go,he's dead,
But it's like a bunch of thorns he's holding hard,
Feels like the crunch is gone but his soul is scarred,
That man touched him,would anyone even try and understand?
But his mom wants to wish it away and dad's too busy being a fucking man.
A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,
She's a girl.Or is she?She doesn't know anymore,
Her eyes are misty and all she knows is the hole,
The hollow empty space where her soul used to be,
The pain looks at her face,says,you'll get used to me,
I'm part of you now,I'm not going away,
It's so dark in the grounds,all she knows is the taste,
Of pure bitterness, hurt,strife and misery,
Every moment hits her chest,last night she didn't sleep,
To keep the dreams away,she clutches her hands,
All that she's seen,she prays as much as she can,
It's not her reflection in the mirror she sees,
It's the pain and depression,she gets thinner it seems,
As if something's eating her inside,she suffers in silence,
The world's defeating her cries,even the chuckles is violent,'
Coz she cries when she laughs and she dies when she cries,
Soul dies in her gasps although it tries to survive,
When she looks at the mirror,the mirror looks back,
As if asking her how the fuck she took that?
But did she take it ot did it take her,
Is this God's way of sayin' he hates her?
Now her faith stirs,she's tryin' hard to keep it alive,
But how the fuck she gon' do that when she still sees him at night?
A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,
You want to turn away,not deal with this,understand,
Pretend this don't happen 'coz you feel it just can't,
As a man or a woman,you can't figure or comprehend,
Like "I can't help you,I'm not that strong a friend",
But one must be stronger than all those who think they're stronger men,
Or women as the case may be,I didn't write this song with pen,
Wrote it with pain,wrote it with blood,wrote it with soul,
Wrote it with what you cope with,wrote it with mould,
Like fungus that is formed and grows on the surface,
We'd be dumb fucks if we didn't try to grow,let it hurt less,
Try deal with shit, fight what we have to fight united as one,
If you feelin' sick,who knows,maybe that might just be done,
Which is needed,or maybe not,maybe a fraction,
We all have something and still we do lack some,
And that is the catch son,it's so fuckin' apparent,
Maybe it's time to stop being a guardian and start bein' a parent,
On that note the song is ended with a hope for relevance,
Through all the smoke,the remanence,of what they never sensed,
And that is the force,the power you must pray to,
'Coz it's you yourself and nobody else that can fucking save you.
A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,
So when you too tired to turn,you just lay in your rest,
Thoughts lay in your chest,the eyes is sayin' the rest,
And prayin' is best,but who do you pray to?
Pray to be blessed and you pray he'll save you,
Like the lil'boy who used to play with the toys,
Now he don't play no more,and he shakes in his voice,
Ever since he met the candy man,just a matter of candy damn,
But can he plan how to stand,he can't,
Not after what happened to him that day he'll never forget,
What's been happening since,he wakes up in sweat,
Middle of night,screams of silence echo in head,
This riddle of life,the day he lets go,he's dead,
But it's like a bunch of thorns he's holding hard,
Feels like the crunch is gone but his soul is scarred,
That man touched him,would anyone even try and understand?
But his mom wants to wish it away and dad's too busy being a fucking man.
A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,
She's a girl.Or is she?She doesn't know anymore,
Her eyes are misty and all she knows is the hole,
The hollow empty space where her soul used to be,
The pain looks at her face,says,you'll get used to me,
I'm part of you now,I'm not going away,
It's so dark in the grounds,all she knows is the taste,
Of pure bitterness, hurt,strife and misery,
Every moment hits her chest,last night she didn't sleep,
To keep the dreams away,she clutches her hands,
All that she's seen,she prays as much as she can,
It's not her reflection in the mirror she sees,
It's the pain and depression,she gets thinner it seems,
As if something's eating her inside,she suffers in silence,
The world's defeating her cries,even the chuckles is violent,'
Coz she cries when she laughs and she dies when she cries,
Soul dies in her gasps although it tries to survive,
When she looks at the mirror,the mirror looks back,
As if asking her how the fuck she took that?
But did she take it ot did it take her,
Is this God's way of sayin' he hates her?
Now her faith stirs,she's tryin' hard to keep it alive,
But how the fuck she gon' do that when she still sees him at night?
A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,
You want to turn away,not deal with this,understand,
Pretend this don't happen 'coz you feel it just can't,
As a man or a woman,you can't figure or comprehend,
Like "I can't help you,I'm not that strong a friend",
But one must be stronger than all those who think they're stronger men,
Or women as the case may be,I didn't write this song with pen,
Wrote it with pain,wrote it with blood,wrote it with soul,
Wrote it with what you cope with,wrote it with mould,
Like fungus that is formed and grows on the surface,
We'd be dumb fucks if we didn't try to grow,let it hurt less,
Try deal with shit, fight what we have to fight united as one,
If you feelin' sick,who knows,maybe that might just be done,
Which is needed,or maybe not,maybe a fraction,
We all have something and still we do lack some,
And that is the catch son,it's so fuckin' apparent,
Maybe it's time to stop being a guardian and start bein' a parent,
On that note the song is ended with a hope for relevance,
Through all the smoke,the remanence,of what they never sensed,
And that is the force,the power you must pray to,
'Coz it's you yourself and nobody else that can fucking save you.
posted by a-list at 7:37 AM
2 Comments:
love you mkb.
the rest of you is acceptable too.
I'm still crying.
When do the tears stop? They don't. But sometimes, someone steps in and envelops you in a big bear hug and the tears are lost in their shoulders, your pain forgotten. Momentarily but forgotten, nevertheless.
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