Reɐl ɐrmy ɐpe - 16 BIRTHDAY

〈part i: listening〉

〈verse〉
Listening, lonely
Wanna die, thoughtless
I could fly, and die
Razor blades, in eyes
Why do i, still try
No one can, hear me
Eating food, alone
Walking home, from none

〈chorus〉
I, cry, inside, my head
I'm, done, with, life

〈transition from part i to part ii〉
I pour my heart and soul into making this, taking time away from my life just to make this and have people hate me for it, you know what tho, screw them

〈part ii: flo〉

〈intro〉
(adlib)

〈verse 1〉
Look at my flo, i don't even know
Take me away, from this horrid loop
Yeya
Penetrate your ears, i am really god tho
Nobody likes me, and it's just how it goes
Why try, kill mе

〈bridge〉
Someone help mе i am insane
I have no one to just talk to
What am i doing with my life
I have nowhere to go when i
In finished though, that how i wright
Scribble down my horrid thoughts like

Oh no, where am, i'm lost, help me
Switchin, up the, flow cuz, i can
Nothing, can stop, me in, my brain
Plowing, through no, compa, tition

〈verse 2〉
Can't tell me nothin, i'm on topa the world
Ye i'm in the core, heating up the world

I, try
You, lie

〈transition from part ii to part iii〉
Ya know, i say this stuff like i'm someone, but most of the time nobody even knows i exist, like i'm actually more useless than someone's shadow, i mean, i make on music so i'm not completely useless

〈part iii: shadow〉
〈verse〉
I am
The shadow
Invisible
So why can't i
Go off and kill myself so that
I am gone
So useless
And no one sees me
I am a
Ghost in side of there
Cut me
Then kill me
Or shoot me up
So i can find
Peace in others minds when i die
My 16th birthday
Is not so useless
When i die
Then they'll be happy

〈transition from part iii to part iiii〉
Can't wait for no one to listen to this track, even after all the work i put into it, actually my job it useless cuz, ya know, people got other options

〈part iiii:the story is passed on again〉
〈chorus〉
I, cry, inside, my head
I'm, done, with, life

〈verse〉
Listening, lonely
Wanna die, thoughtless
I could fly, and die
Razor blades, in eyes
Why do i, still try
No one can, hear me
Eating food, alone
Walking home, from none

〈instrumental outro〉

Singer/song writer/instrumentalist for pages of torment. R.A.A. is also known as “number 13” because he was born on the thirteenth