Butterfly Effect
I’ve lost my motivation,
Due to the waterfall of sorrow,
I don’t longer feel anxious;
I’ve lost people a few times in a row.
My life is kind of empty,
I don’t get excited no more,
Things get crazy around here;
And I’m just mentally dead, please bury me.
I’ve thought about suicide a couple times,
But I don’t go around like a fool;
Trying to end his miserable life,
I just roll around knives and empty pools.
I’m just too broken,
So often I don’t really know;
Wether I’m fresh or rotten,
Wether I’m real or fake; anyway,
Who knows?
My thoughts collide with rocks,
They fall apart like rockets,
I hate the fact I’m nothing more...
Nothing more than a fork into a socket.
