i'm tired, my eyes, keep closing
heads bobbing. i'm looking for a easier way to breathe
simply let go in easier terms.
i'm out of rich mans clothing. and back to my boxers.
but believe me the choices .o the choices i could convey
nothing . no nothing even happend today.
i'm still naieve . i know the few of you
who can see past the cascade of false words
the facade that i put up as i stashed them alll in my closet.
i stopped dreaming a while ago. no more images floating in my head
my imagination has run dry and is now considered dead
flabergasted by the easiest riddles.
nothing left for me to cherish.
this is my tag . i just choose to hide it
i'm going crazy by my self.
where the fuck did my vocab go? .
i'm getting low its nothing i'm just going to make a stop at the quicky mart
they called me smart but i beat the system . so they disowned me
i don't trust no one or anything
now i wish they could only see
love notes i hid underneath the boxes
i talk but i am still not seen this society has held out its hand...
no more than once... but besides that i'm just part of a verbal shelf
i think of shit off the top of my head it just comes out.
i'd strangle you with a star spangled banner.hows that? accomplished.. patriotic by any means.
i can't breath could some one help me?
white lights are approaching.
to bad i never believed in the lord. i finally feel weightless
and realize that i'm falling
finally i can rest in this ash tray.
i can close my eyes and take part.
i wake up and the devil is around me.
i shake my head and hear .
"your so careless"
wake up the next day
the same. routine
affection is still displaced. i think maybe you could just see it on my face
please someone .. help me erase.
i need a home i need a brand new place
fuck it ....
i can only spit emotion