im sick of myself
ive learned to let the past stay a history, a story for someone else to tell. but the thing is, sometimes its safer than my present of Hell. guitarstrings are like a noose six not nine but it does the trick. sad how my 'dirty' sank to 'so cluttered' and 'filthy'. seventh wants his octive bride but hell hafta wait until im done with this rhyme. cause ive hurt for so long its stuck to a past that always bleeds but if i just rewind never go past now maybe things will turn well for more and 4x a while!
you ever notice that you're stretching out sofar nobody ever gets a chance at meeting you halfway?! youve done too much for everyone now its your turn to sit back and lay! trust me son its true and im a voice for you thats surely long gone and dead!
you ever notice that you're stretching out sofar nobody ever gets a chance at meeting you halfway?! youve done too much for everyone now its your turn to sit back and lay! trust me son its true and im a voice for you thats surely long gone and dead!