Once again I'm back to me, so my back is to you.
I'm highly inaccurate
Everytime I try to spit
A couple lines, a couple rhymes
So most likely I'm gon' miss
But I won't miss you
When it comes down to it
Even though in my mind
It kinda seems like I blew it
Secrets? Girl I knew it
Play? I couldn't do it
Treasure in my heart?
Damn, I tried to walk you to it
Hurt? You put me through it
Pain? You walked me through it
But I love every second
Because it's fuel for this music.
Everytime I try to spit
A couple lines, a couple rhymes
So most likely I'm gon' miss
But I won't miss you
When it comes down to it
Even though in my mind
It kinda seems like I blew it
Secrets? Girl I knew it
Play? I couldn't do it
Treasure in my heart?
Damn, I tried to walk you to it
Hurt? You put me through it
Pain? You walked me through it
But I love every second
Because it's fuel for this music.
And that's some of the realest shit that I ever wrote.
And no lie, I wrote that in 2 minutes.
And word, I feel like the world is caving.
But no, I think that I'm strong enough.
Sometimes though ... it just doesn't feel right.
But when has anything every felt right in life?
Well, a couple of times, but those were duds.
My dreams just popped like some dishwater suds.
And no lie, I wrote that in 2 minutes.
And word, I feel like the world is caving.
But no, I think that I'm strong enough.
Sometimes though ... it just doesn't feel right.
But when has anything every felt right in life?
Well, a couple of times, but those were duds.
My dreams just popped like some dishwater suds.
My day?
Quite boring.
I would love to give you a rundown, but sadly, I know you don't care.
If I ever felt like growing out a beard, it'd be now.
Living a solitary life? It'd be right now.
I have demons. And I feel, very strongly, that they are taking control of me.
I don't even feel the same. I know I'm the same ... but people aren't understanding.
Those that thought they understood me, really didn't.
I'm different. I've been forced to change. I'm a creature ... a product of my environment.
If I died, who would even care?
Lol.
No, that is quite funny actually ... because I think I'm so close.
I can't believe I told you that.
I feel weird for everything I have ever spoke to you.
Blogspot? Or ? Anyway.
The song describes it all.
The one playing? Yeah.
I need an addiction. Another one.
Quite boring.
I would love to give you a rundown, but sadly, I know you don't care.
If I ever felt like growing out a beard, it'd be now.
Living a solitary life? It'd be right now.
I have demons. And I feel, very strongly, that they are taking control of me.
I don't even feel the same. I know I'm the same ... but people aren't understanding.
Those that thought they understood me, really didn't.
I'm different. I've been forced to change. I'm a creature ... a product of my environment.
If I died, who would even care?
Lol.
No, that is quite funny actually ... because I think I'm so close.
I can't believe I told you that.
I feel weird for everything I have ever spoke to you.
Blogspot? Or ? Anyway.
The song describes it all.
The one playing? Yeah.
I need an addiction. Another one.
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys
I bet that's why I went bad
You know that old saying what they say about good guys
I bet that's why I went bad
I had more lines to post ... but suddenly, it all seems irrelevant.
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations
THE END.
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations
THE END.
9 comments:
smh.
"If I died, who would even care?"
Hm.. don't think like that :/
If I died, would YOU care?
No "smh". I mean, geez.
*If I died, who would I want to care ...
People get over deaths quickly too nowadays. Think about it.
what's considered quickly when getting over death is concerned? it actually depends, i think... but back to the subject matter.
addictions suck. they're useful when trying to get over a past addiction, but in the end, you're gonna need to wean yourself off something.
demons only control you when you give up hope and/or faith.
'tis all.
Well then I know why I have demons.
Unfortunately ... I like it.
Melancholy ... blandness ... state of non-existing ...
All of it is like, seemingly made for me.
Don't think I'm not like, enjoying life though lol, because I do at times.
storms aren't made just to be there. they have purpose, meaning. sucks to go through 'em, but they aren't isolated events.
People get over deaths quickly too nowadays. Think about it.
nigga,please. what have I been telling you about yourself? wait til you get online,man. it's going to be foot to ass action.
lmao.
then i won't get online.
Oh dear.
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