RHYTHM & WROTE #2: Eccedentesiast




Mom, I'm sorry for being a failure.
I keep on asking myself, why I don't get the lecture
The storm ruined my nature
The ocean lose its sea creature

The beauty itself is not enough
The pathway of the road is too rough
Her body was starting to shut
The only hope just end up

But, I start realizing while listening to the sound
I have been bullied and push around
I feel the depression and I was so down
My tears starting to fall until I get drown

The scores in a piece of paper,
That is still a number
It makes her feel so loser, even
She has the skills to prove either

Dreaming is free
The hustle sold separately
I'm just a low-key
And my name is Blessie

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