Headphone_Silence_by_SayinBayan
I taste the tension,
though it ain't real,
Du know how it makes me feel
When you talk your stupidity, to me
An ambiguous statement, stress in the moment,
An awkward situation or another
You build up a combination of inappropriate syllables
Some words, to make a sentence
So absurd
They confuse you
Delude you, and leave you speechless
It’s your dilemma bout the truth
Or whatever ya say it is.
Can’t stand your understanding,
You’re numb to the fact that you're wrong
It’s ok to argue sometimes;
But don’t leave me with a lie or
Story you made up bout something that’s irrelevant,
I got no time for you or money to do
And my money is my time,
Ignore your shit, an continue to rhyme
The relevance is key,
One big responsibility,
To the lock of revered secrets,
A famous knowledge not known
And gna keep this to myself
My secret from the world
Take look inside my head an
Like opening Pandora’s Box
We’d all instantly be dead
Its pure insanity,
The profanities that I think
The things I’d do
Commit a killing spree
Just to kill you
And smile, while you're begging me
For you're pathetic excuse of a life
Years ago I might've asked you to be my wife
But now it’s over
You think you belong
Neither you nor I are normal
The standard informal norm
Of a broken society, under the influence
Of more than just the media
I'm tired
Dunno what that means?
Look it up in the encyclopedia
You look surprised by what I’m saying
But what were you thinking
When you were laying,
With that other guy in my bed.
Having sex with someone
And claiming you can’t
Remember what you've done,
Don mean ya didn’t do it, so true
That you did it again and again
And plead innocent
But you're guilty
That guys now six feet under
And as much as I want you
To feel my thunder
I can’t
So one day
You gna wake up with one hell of a hangover
And realise,
I was your four leaf clover,
And your luck has disappeared
My secret for you,
Was quite simple
And easy to see
That love I was feeling was,
Must’ve only been me
You didn’t feel a thing,
As I ran,
Away
And finally,
I say
Your shit, hath hit the fan
I taste the tension,
though it ain't real,
Du know how it makes me feel
When you talk your stupidity, to me
An ambiguous statement, stress in the moment,
An awkward situation or another
You build up a combination of inappropriate syllables
Some words, to make a sentence
So absurd
They confuse you
Delude you, and leave you speechless
It’s your dilemma bout the truth
Or whatever ya say it is.
Can’t stand your understanding,
You’re numb to the fact that you're wrong
It’s ok to argue sometimes;
But don’t leave me with a lie or
Story you made up bout something that’s irrelevant,
I got no time for you or money to do
And my money is my time,
Ignore your shit, an continue to rhyme
The relevance is key,
One big responsibility,
To the lock of revered secrets,
A famous knowledge not known
And gna keep this to myself
My secret from the world
Take look inside my head an
Like opening Pandora’s Box
We’d all instantly be dead
Its pure insanity,
The profanities that I think
The things I’d do
Commit a killing spree
Just to kill you
And smile, while you're begging me
For you're pathetic excuse of a life
Years ago I might've asked you to be my wife
But now it’s over
You think you belong
Neither you nor I are normal
The standard informal norm
Of a broken society, under the influence
Of more than just the media
I'm tired
Dunno what that means?
Look it up in the encyclopedia
You look surprised by what I’m saying
But what were you thinking
When you were laying,
With that other guy in my bed.
Having sex with someone
And claiming you can’t
Remember what you've done,
Don mean ya didn’t do it, so true
That you did it again and again
And plead innocent
But you're guilty
That guys now six feet under
And as much as I want you
To feel my thunder
I can’t
So one day
You gna wake up with one hell of a hangover
And realise,
I was your four leaf clover,
And your luck has disappeared
My secret for you,
Was quite simple
And easy to see
That love I was feeling was,
Must’ve only been me
You didn’t feel a thing,
As I ran,
Away
And finally,
I say
Your shit, hath hit the fan
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