wordy fragments of thoughts
worldly touches of ideas
that will never truly represent you
that could never ever be true

with all these broken sentences come
the fact that you are doomed to succumb
to a life of broken promises and spite
and as i said before unbroken fight

i miss how it all used to be before
instead of these drops it was more a pour
of new ideas that werent done long ago
instead of this shit that is spewed, ego

blackouts and nightcaps and crushed pills
freedom and thoughtlessness and heatchills
bring more things than you could know before you
especially since theres nothing else to do

i feel that those who want to learn do
and thinking is one of my broken virtues
in those nights when no one else can tell
what i live in is very close to thier hell

no one will ever really know you or me
most of them dont even try to fucking see
just as i will never know any of you
any more than the words that get spewed

fitting title and good content but it didt really hold my interest, its good though dont take my lack of interest for lack of talent, it is good, 1luv.