[B U R D E N]

The candle's lit as she sits in ah dim light
the voice of her own thought, mixed w hers sins might.
All noise in her home's stopped n her kid's at ah friends night
can only hear chimes outside, hit when the wind strikes.
She's losing grip on what's been right
choosing hits of ah thin line, doing shit that'll end life.
The high's like thick knifes through her wind pipe.


Does this feel played, like done too many times topic wise? Or are y'all feeling it..

[B U R D E N]

The candle's lit as she sits in ah dim light
the voice of her own thought, mixed w hers sins might.
All noise in her home's stopped n her kid's at ah friends night
can only hear chimes outside, hit when the wind strikes.
She's losing grip on what's been right
choosing hits of ah thin line, doing shit that'll end life.
The high's like thick knifes through her wind pipe.


Does this feel played, like done too many times topic wise? Or are y'all feeling it..