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Forget
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Forget wurde am 26. März 2025 von Asker Audio Productions als Teil des Albums Tied Down - Single veröffentlicht
Released26. März 2025
LabelAsker Audio Productions
SpracheEnglish
BPM109
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Chorus
Yuh. When I wake up in the
morning I am feeling gross,
unholy, nobody.
Everyday I look at myself
in the mirror. Unworthy.
I shower, my body’s so dirty.
I’m a weakling. I can’t protect
myself from the demon.
My skin is uncomfy. I wish
I could rip it.
Shed it off. Start off fresh.
 Run away from what’s left.
It appears when I rest.
I’m afraid of my bed.
Verse
I am scared of my dreams.
I am trapped in my head.
It’s my fault. That’s what’s said.
Use my words. Tried my best.
Didn’t stop. Wish I’m dead.
Close my eyes. Go away.
It will end eventually.
Took a little bit of me.
Play it off as ok.
I’m a man anyway.
Who would believe me
Anyway.
Push it away
and forget. And forget.
And forget. And forget.
I’ll forget. I’ll forget.
I’ll forget. Please forget.
Please forget.
Telling everyone that I
am fine even though it
is clear when they look
at me in the eyes it’s a lie
but forever I’ll hide it deep
down way inside. Can’t see
what happened that night.
The moment my dignity left.
The day I was shattered instead
of keeping myself away from
the horror that formed where
I slept. Nothing compares to
the memory I kept.
I told myself it didn’t happen. I was
crazy. What a challenge.
So stop. Breathe. Don’t cry,
Again forget and things will
be alright. Ha Ha. Goodbye.
I wanna erase from existence
to keep my pain at a minimum.
It isn’t real, just a nightmare again.
What am I kidding, please kill
me instead.
Block out the voices or the pain
only worsens. If I shout out for
help it won’t stop the coercion.
I’m still not in control of my person.
Every night I still feel something
gripping and pushing.
I’m paralyzed in my mind like I’m locked in a cell.
Like I’m tied down and something
is breaking my yell.
Call out for help and no one hears a sound.
Hand covering my mouth.
A single tear rolling down.
Chorus
When I wake up in the
morning I am feeling gross,
unholy, nobody.
Everyday I look at myself
in the mirror. Unworthy.
I shower, my body’s so dirty.
I’m a weakling. I can’t protect
myself from the demon.
My skin is uncomfy. I wish
I could rip it.
Shed it off. Start off fresh.
 Run away from what’s left.
It appears when I rest.
I’m afraid of my bed.
Written by: Noah Laney, Ryan Asker
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