Loss and Melancholy at Lyric Spitter Lad’s Movie Night

[Intro]
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We interrupt this transmission with a special report

[Verse: Kole Xidas]
I’m only writin' this all out 'cause I’m left with no choice
Got too much bullshit in my brain that’s caused by the voice
That keeps tellin' me I’m just a fuckin’ scumbag
Ain’t got a proper outlet, so I become my punching bag
I beat myself up over shit that ain’t my fault
Won’t let my friends share the burden because my shit ain’t their fault
So I shoulder it alone, write this shit into my bones
As I zone out, holdin' my anti-anxiety stone
Sweat drippin' off my skull, my fingers shrivel up
I feel my energy fadin', I feel like I am givin' up
But I gotta keep on movin' forward despite my displeasure
They say time is a straight line, but it ain’t a linear measure
Moving back and forth, can’t seem to ever catch my bearings
Holding on to those I love, find it harder to keep carin'
My reflection ain’t the person that I once was
But I pretend that I’m fine as I watch some Hot Fuzz

[Outro: Nick Frost & Simon Pegg]
Take my car
Go back to London
There's nothing you can do
I can come back
I can come back and I can bring the blue fury of the Metropolitan Police Service with me!
They'll make it disappear
Who are they gonna believe?
My dad or a "looney London police officer"?
But it won't be just me, will it?!
We can do it together, you and me
Partners!
Forget it, Nicholas