I’m the only one left stumbling he… and I just want to walk away. Like those I know from long ago and decided not to stay. To my not so dear past lessons lea…
what if I told you.. that I’m not alright. I’m not saying I’m restless, but I can’t sleep at night. Due to thoughts of my fears,
what would you call 'bad’? what would you say is worse? admitting that you tried, or admitting that you hurt? in telling all my following
this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing
a fleeting touch sleepy embrace the sunlight casts diamonds on the lines of your face the span of your back
it kills me to remember you’re just past gone, past breath… when it rolls around September I’m just past done, past thinking and every broken whisper
the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions
in a faithless race for imputiny I blocked all I found worthwhile… in a hopeless attempt for my weak… that I’m here facing fear on my ow… rather like to be free where I roa…
have you seen my fire? I’ve misplaced it. somewhere in my darkest resentment… hidden along with my fear of failu… and drive to be my own character
awakening each morning she just wants to be sedated to lose herself in that mess of mi… where she’s appreciated in each effort she counts
lies depicted as greater truth than truth itself what is truth? but mere perspective spoken words
you know what I say—funkit killem kill a man jah’ro be at the top tomorrow you gotta know your body
is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…
not sure what is real, or my imagi… went inside my brain, and had a so… to conquer my fear, to finally see… my psychosis relies all on me. simple contrast.
baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?