my bodys floating down a muddy river

[dauber1football]

designed fate
emulate
but you never could
face in the mud
dont forget how good it is
the mud
because it exfoliates
your depressive mask
im tired of the games
the game
because its not what we think
disappointed daughters know
we wear our smiley faces
like ornaments
but its not enough
to stop the world
hello my friend
my name is jaded
my name is hurt
sometimes
im only human
made to err
made to exist
my rationale is like squeaky brakes
and though your words
are beautiful
and well articulated
im being cut to shreds
your passive tone and lifestyle
you feed me to hungry lions
its a delicate balance