

Prompt / Lyrics
[verse1] I written to explain pain, excitement to live again and even the smell of the rain. I’ve set at my window watching water pour outside my window pane, doing my best to stay in my own lane. Taking advice that’s given and gave some out every time it’s rejected that’s a shame, I do all I can do to make others happy pour out my heart and soul my ass is lame. Always patient and giving gratitude but left in the dark when my moments are also important and I cry out to cry it’s a shame, it’s always I see you’re trying and are supportive but without reassurance it’s not the same. According to the Bible we aren’t to gamble but trusting love is a gambling game, one moment you are doing a knight and shining armors job the next you are the one to blame. Being in love is a fucking shame, yet I still wake up everyday rolling the dice against the wall on the gamble they call a lovers game. [verse2] You ask me why I’m emotionless when it comes to death, like why is it more of a smile when it comes to one’s last breath? My answer is because I’ve seen it too much too many times to count, watching that last breath I’m happy the suffering is over nothing less, the struggle one went through to take that last relief of breath they are blessed. The thought that one is gone is daunting but why fret over the negative when can think of the positive that one has brought, rather it’s an animal or a human it’s still a memory remembering the love they reciprocated from us although that could just be a thought. We understand the sickness one had but do we know the head battle they thought in their own thought? It’s as simple as letting go of the blessing that was once given to us that was brought, at the same time the government changed it to a being we love but the love to keep once it was growing it was free but once it’s here life is treated like an object that has to be bought. Maybe the cost is why we grieve, maybe the love we share but the security number we bare is a disease, maybe that’s the generational divide that’s come to deceive, maybe that’s why I’ve seen to much to count that sadness on one’s passing is beautiful to escape this world and that’s what I believe with a smile.
Tags
Dark Country, acoustics, piano, violin, drums First verse soft singing, second verse hard rap
3:31
No
4/7/2026