Therapy in writing....
Knowing me there will be plenty more to write
Verse 1
How are you, well?... butrin
**** no I feel rotted, putrid
Scrambled head, sane truth,
Sin in sync with insane when
Lost still ill and heartbroken
Enough of me, how bout' you?
Have you ever sat there and stared
Into an empty mirror like I do? scared
Even though you're looking at whats inside you
But why dude? you're probably thinkin'
**** the what, time is prime for drinkin'
Nope, watch melted clocks still dreamin'
Myself lied to, really I tried to
Move past the past, and died too
But here's a quote to leave y'all warm and fuzzy
"Hope Is Lost", teardrop of truth leaves eyes bloody
Well **** it, what else is new buddy?
Dragged through till turned I'm muddy
Catch my nightmares like a virus
I can tell by your iris, whats funny?
Now it's stuck deep both inside us
Awake, cold sweats, deprived thus
Derived from regret no wait, what?
Verse 2
Styled freely from an empty man
With an empty can, can an empty hand
Reach out to something better again?
Will the dark consume and stand up?
Asphyxiating on old memories damn, yup
I think I caught the sickness,
Witness my explicit picture of me
Do you see? can you even see?
What this has really done to me?
No of course not, all are innocent
Still happy in a sense, ha!! funny jokes
From this man with no hope, I just choke
Up on emotions, let them roll off and hold off
Hopeless…