ABYSS

Eleven Rounds and five chances, I'm counting
Tryna hold on but the time goes slowly
FUT ESPORTS and BREEZE, just emptyness
Depression hit my cell, ain't got no vision
Tryna think happiness but its just a straight battle
Kinda hard to smile when you're pained to watching
My soul bleeds through these paths
My heart aches after every ABYSS match

Go outside dawg

Let it go man