clallshem / let go of my hand. - (shamclell hopeless write / rom mix+writing) (original song remake) скачать в хорошем качестве

clallshem / let go of my hand. - (shamclell hopeless write / rom mix+writing) (original song remake)

remake of sc after mist drama/controversy all:me lyric listen from the start, you’ll be fine a saying, built from court and etiquette for half the time, you’ll be told what to do and the other half, you’ll know it, said the hypocrite no matter how much i plug my ears, my evolved sense for danger brings me close instead prewritten in my body’s programming, called DNA all this time, i’ve been alive, conscious, conflicted (i’ve been hearing the things they’ve said while i was comatose) they only care when i’m never coming back for them to vent their anger again i know that i’m rude, i know i can change cuz that’s how humanity’s built inside, we’re all the same but nobody wants to try and understand, cuz i’m not catching up, to them anyway Every day, i wish upon whoever steers my life, I want to live, I want to live, I beg but that’s way too much to ask? “I’m just a problem,” louder in my head. (pray away, it goes unanswered, stare me down, see my pitiful life?) atatata… (Slowly, inactivity kills me, over over) (Slowly, incapacity kills me, over over) Speech: (Just take it, me. They’ll never accept you for who you are. No matter what you do.) (It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You may have had a whole life before this, but that doesn’t matter anymore. You’re NOTHING.) every time i had dreamt a dream, It was crushed away by the reality in a distant world, where i was never a part would there be a difference? would a pain be rid from your hearts? sometime ago, I could call this place home, but the world has changed, there’s nothing i can do as everything i know and love will drift away, including you. all my life, i can laugh everything that hurts me off, (i can pretend that nothing hurts me so i can be loved.) i can smile, but that’s why all the wounds i bear have never scabbed and recovered. i wait for my scars, to dissipate into my skin but it’s really difficult. WHY CAN’T I DIE ALREADY?? to suffer hate, in search of love, or to lose them both forever and decay? all the time, i believe everybody’s good inside, i’m no exception to this thought too. it’s lovely just to think about, it hurts how this thought fails me now, if i never know how many chances i give how do i know if they even want to change? how could i, put all my trust and will to live inside the hands of someone who loves breaking things? i want to believe, that the sky will clear that there’s patience within those i hold dear but if i give love, and receive pressure in return what’s not to fear? (let’s try one more time.) every night i’m trapped within this nightmare, “If i can’t even help myself,” “then how can i help anyone i love?” it repeats, until i’ve lost all my reason to get up. don’t get me wrong, i still really want to. but i’m too weak to speak a word. I want to say the truth. Don’t wanna lie anymore, I’m BEGGING. truly, surely, someone’s arms are open waiting at the end of whatever i’m dealing with “I suffer, ‘cuz I’ve had too much fun” that’s just how this universe will work, a sheer conclusion somewhere out there, someone really cares every day, my brain, filters their voice somewhere out there, someone calls my name but it’s all just unheard, white-out noise wanting to forget the feeling of the point i’ve set aside, i count all the scars, where loving made me blind to all their lies you can yell at me, and beat me, blame me, whatever will help that’s what i said, so long as i could be a help in someone’s life. wanting to forget the feeling of the scar i’ve stretched so wide, how much of them have affection left, on my begrudged pride? “i can tolerate anything, if it means that you’ll be fine.” that’s the sacrifice i made for you, i hate myself for trying. (inner clock is drawing blood.) if there’s a one above, they surely hate me for each name i’m given, is a curse and everywhere i go, i shatter, glasslike, on the floor. it’s truly so. surely, there’s no way i can recover even all the binds the world can offer won’t change how easily broken i am, oh, the next day i’ll break again. PLEASE!! oh god!! please give me! give me time!! I want to revel in ephemeral happiness, Please, just one more moment I can revel in Their joys, and contentedness Setting limits on the time I get to breathe, And limits on my time just to be free To smile, laugh, with them genuinely. When I turn my back, they’re growing distant One more hand lets go as I walk forward I step back, but then I’m taken farther I’m too late, to realize it’s not- Faulty promises of my own making, GOD IT HURTS, “PLEASE COME BACK!! I’M SO SORRY!!!” Looking back, and no-one even spares a glance back at me, I’m so stupid, I SWEAR- running faster, beg for equal grounds but i could never be, i’m far too left behind- running, i can’t run that far, i stop to breathe I would die if I depended on it- Weeping, towards none other than myself, what do I expect? nobody will listen. I no longer have anything to give, I hate to say it, there’s no worth in my LIFE.