paroles de chanson Some Stories Are Too True to Tell - Calm.
Some
stories
are
too
true
to
tell
Like
how
I
wished
your
life
was
hell
Like
how
I
couldn't
forgive
myself
When
I
threw
my
inner
child
down
the
well
Deep
breath,
let
me
release
this,
this
thesis
is
a
beast
kid
No
need
for
telekinesis,
your
silence
is
where
the
beef
is
Been
vegan
for
a
while
cuz
I
don't
like
killing
babies
or
the
earth
But
it
seems
like
being
an
American
Does
all
of
that
and
much
worse
It's
hard
to
look
in
the
mirror
and
search
What
you'll
find
is
fear
and
hurt
This
year
has
been
a
blur,
friends
dying
from
xans
and
percs
But
you're
never
lonely
in
Babylon
That's
why
I'm
trying
to
travel
on
You
can't
judge
me
your
gavel's
gone,
up
shit
creek
I
paddle
on
Poets
are
always
complaining,
rappers
are
always
bragging
I
sewed
them
both
together
and
turned
them
into
a
dagger
And
into
my
back
I
stabbed,
I
am
judas,
I
am
brutus
I'm
a
poem
that
was
never
written
in
the
pen
of
Pablo
Neruda
Pass
me
another
plate
of
friends,
I'm
tired
of
making
them
I
didn't
forget
those
memories
I
assassinated
them
These
stories
are
too
true
to
tell
Like
how
you
gave
up
on
your
health
Like
how
you
pickled
your
liver
with
liquor
Pills
and
everything
else
Some
aren't
afraid
to
die,
they're
afraid
to
live
They
don't
want
any
help,
so
all
they
do
is
give
You're
too
faded
to
cry,
the
sky's
a
gray
abyss
I
hope
these
words
are
felt
Are
you
living
or
existing?
thriving
or
surviving
Quitting
can
be
risky,
when
you're
lying
about
trying
Lately
you've
been
distant,
your
problems
I
can
list
them
Why
are
you
wishing
for
the
Sistine
When
your
paintbrush
is
nonexistent
Are
you
a
fading
phantom
or
an
opium
ghost
Lately
I've
been
feeling
like
a
has
been
at
this
podium
of
hope
I
seem
to
always
hang
myself,
my
friend
sold
me
the
rope
You
invited
me
to
your
pity
party
and
told
me
to
host
I'm
a
paradox
that
breathes,
I'm
a
blinking
contradiction
I
was
looking
for
the
truth
but
now
I'm
sinking
in
fiction
Some
stories
are
too
true
to
tell
Like
how
I
always
lie
to
myself
Like
how
I
treat
rap
like
a
therapist
And
put
my
problems
on
the
shelf
I
never
sold
out
a
show
I
just
sold
out
my
soul
When
I
started
working
for
a
wage
15
years
ago
I'm
out
here
trying
to
pay
dues
But
what
do
you
do
when
the
dudes
You
pay
dues
too
despise
and
hate
you
I'm
depressed
and
eating
grapefruit
The
past
is
a
dime
store
novel,
a
sink
film,
a
bad
mystery
When
the
karaoke
bars
all
close
They'll
forget
about
you,
even
history
Vultures
circling
around
me,
I'm
screaming
I'm
not
edible
Sharks
circling
me
in
the
pool
with
agents
who
aren't
credible
The
hunt
continues
after
the
capture
The
hunter
becomes
the
hunted
Inside
it
all
happened
that's
why
your
spirit
is
numb
and
stunted
I
see
chem
trails
writing
in
cursive,
spelling
out
the
end
times
Shaky
pen
trail,
I'm
nervous
but
these
words
are
enzymes
I'm
trying
to
break
reality's
ligaments,
grizzle,
and
tissue
Dear
truth,
I'm
looking
for
you
I'm
trying
to
find
you,
I
miss
you
1 Living in Hell-Vetica
2 What's a Friend But a Future Wound?
3 To Live and Die in Dystopia
4 Conversations With a Willow Tree
5 Landlord of the Gentriflies
6 Autobiography of a Bomb
7 Whose Dystopia?
8 Bleeding Typewriter
9 Some Stories Are Too True to Tell
10 Polarvoid
11 In the Flowers
12 Real Death (true)
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