-tribute to Tyler Joseph-
{this is pretty personal and you probably won't understand it if you aren't super super into tøp}
When I first heard your songs, I thought you sounded horrible.
I thought, "this music makes no sense, why is it so commercial?"I didn't get the lyrics, I didn't get the beat.
I didn't think the things you said were really any feat.It wasn't until later that I fully understood
The problems that you encountered, the things that you withstood.I came across it myself, in my mediocre life.
All the poisonous thoughts, the internal strife.Everyone has a Blurryface, I then realized.
Everyone's dealt with their problems, or has at least tried.Blurryface is your problems, your insecurities, your fears.
He's your blood, your sweat, even your tears.He either consumes you, or you consume him.
And I know which one it is for you, my friend.He keeps coming back, for us it's an endless loop of pain.
But for Blurryface, all it's merely a game.Your lyrics are the only thing that's keeping him at bay.
No matter what you do, in your head is where he'll stay.Everyone has problems, it's really inevitable.
But if you let Blurryface take over, you'll really be in trouble.In the meantime, enjoy your fans, Josh, and your wife.
Just remember that you are not Blurryface, and this is your life.
YOU ARE READING
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