disgusted cant trust it,you had i swear to god embedded encrusted now you not prepared for discussion..you said you loved me till death do-us noone could ruin us,thus far you left my conscious ajar it takes two of us
to tango but i cant go back the future is facts the past is all faux
a rock and a hard surface got us caught...
but i cant leave my present life throwin aggression as a device not lettin people subscribe to my inner child life,my own advice
is to take a deepbreath dispursse flame it kinda hurt worse then gettin cane'd or sippin propane smokin a salem
i know i can name-em the john hancock is writtin in cursive i laughed an cried wit this person but im just presentn my version...
whats worse-than livin ya own naturallife exactly just right without swayin a little leftward,,fork in the road not prepard to network
its just a keystle from in me this my heart talkin my spine sendin signals to my mind talkin,my mind talkin
and i mind talkin cuz my words hit hard cuz im realistic my eyes are black around the edges i lack nutriotion.but i got ambition
i got stamina i got courage i got heat thats lies within beneath and on the surface
what the hell is my purpose,to be a servent or peaseant ,im to distant life is desolate with no exceptions im hurt in the presense
its hard to learn a lesson when you study tho opposite,and ill neva stand up right against myself no matter how sturdy my posuture gets..
just likea foster kid im waitin to catch a good family,with potraits of themselves a fireplace and a canopy
probably cant stand the site of me draped in yesturdays clothes
and my soul barin the truth of yesturdays cold
im depressed and yay old 23 it dont get to me
cuz im livin everyday restriction free...get sick of me
off top of the head keystyle fever rate it or hate it love it or leave it still stay conciete.so b it
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