The Voice
I don't even want to explain this one. I'm pissed for writing this. Just going crazy as usual.
The voice told me that he was still gonna be mad at me not matter no what I believed.
He said breath the air right now
Cuz I would never be able to retrieve that stare now.
It isn’t good to leave what we use to care about alone.
I’m roaming the phone in nights on my own.
Just beeping that the lights are flashing to the dial tone.
Well don’t you think I want to be happy?
No you haven’t and you won’t.
Won’t even blink an eye without seeing something crappie.
Well just stop laughing then.
I can’t when you’re rapping about that bitch again.
She isn’t a bitch; she’s my friend.
Do friends make you depressed and ignore your stress?
Well those are my problems nothing for her to fess over the less.
Pull up on the crest and test her feelings.
You’re beating yourself of what you think is the best girl ever.
I’d rather keep the weather calm instead of shaking the bed.
It’s already been bumped enough to knock off screws and nuts.
You’re willing to love again but are you willing to deal with that pain in your gut?
You don’t have cuts and we should keep it that way.
But I’ve fucked myself over yesterday and the day before.
The day I wore more is the day she wanted it all off.
Stop bringing up old days a loft at her stop.
Have you forgot about the day she needed time?
Yah she got over what was mine in no time.
Okay fine I get the point.
Your not to buoyant so how did you expect not to drown?
And the sound of her voice is what makes the crown.
But no one likes loving something that doesn’t love you back.
If you ever missed being missed, then you would know that just being alive lacks the same feeling you get when she lets you know she misses you like crack.
The fact is that I’m not even a voice, I’m you.
You just can’t accept the truth.
What could you do?
If you knew that she’s gone,
Days seem long when you’re on days without any sort of sleep.
How can you still treat the subject as if she still keeps a place for you in her heart.
It’s a missing part that makes this story less like art and more like a race with no line to start.
She’s a true liar.
And if that’s isn’t enough contradicting fire,
You’re convincing yourself of being tired.
Stop living to acquire her status.
We’re better off admiring our own catalyst.
Get pissed!
But I can’t clinch my fist any harder.
I’m yelling at an empty space looking like a martyr.
Don’t let me end up like my father.
Stop killing yourself and not her.
It’s time that you got her backed up in the corner.
You’re not the moan, she’s the loaner.
Let her decompose, let her be the stoner.
Cuz it always goes happiness for the retriever and then darkness for the donor.
It’s time like those that gets me to act like a foreigner.
She isn’t a friend but a foe smacking the phone down that gets you to loathe her.
Well like you said you aren’t real so stop standing in front of me.
I already feel things cramming that don’t want me.
No get that kill away I’m a man and I get over this pain on my own.
Well then stop bringing up her name,
And I’ll train myself to stop your minds fame.
Remember you came to me. Not your heart or your brain. But me!
Well fuck I strained the shit out of my eyes looking for something to surprise me.
Open handed waiting for you to land something besides lies.
No matter how hard you try your only flying to crash signified only as a guy.
You’re not getting remembered for shit!
And that bitch made you like this!
The voice told me that he was still gonna be mad at me not matter no what I believed.
He said breath the air right now
Cuz I would never be able to retrieve that stare now.
It isn’t good to leave what we use to care about alone.
I’m roaming the phone in nights on my own.
Just beeping that the lights are flashing to the dial tone.
Well don’t you think I want to be happy?
No you haven’t and you won’t.
Won’t even blink an eye without seeing something crappie.
Well just stop laughing then.
I can’t when you’re rapping about that bitch again.
She isn’t a bitch; she’s my friend.
Do friends make you depressed and ignore your stress?
Well those are my problems nothing for her to fess over the less.
Pull up on the crest and test her feelings.
You’re beating yourself of what you think is the best girl ever.
I’d rather keep the weather calm instead of shaking the bed.
It’s already been bumped enough to knock off screws and nuts.
You’re willing to love again but are you willing to deal with that pain in your gut?
You don’t have cuts and we should keep it that way.
But I’ve fucked myself over yesterday and the day before.
The day I wore more is the day she wanted it all off.
Stop bringing up old days a loft at her stop.
Have you forgot about the day she needed time?
Yah she got over what was mine in no time.
Okay fine I get the point.
Your not to buoyant so how did you expect not to drown?
And the sound of her voice is what makes the crown.
But no one likes loving something that doesn’t love you back.
If you ever missed being missed, then you would know that just being alive lacks the same feeling you get when she lets you know she misses you like crack.
The fact is that I’m not even a voice, I’m you.
You just can’t accept the truth.
What could you do?
If you knew that she’s gone,
Days seem long when you’re on days without any sort of sleep.
How can you still treat the subject as if she still keeps a place for you in her heart.
It’s a missing part that makes this story less like art and more like a race with no line to start.
She’s a true liar.
And if that’s isn’t enough contradicting fire,
You’re convincing yourself of being tired.
Stop living to acquire her status.
We’re better off admiring our own catalyst.
Get pissed!
But I can’t clinch my fist any harder.
I’m yelling at an empty space looking like a martyr.
Don’t let me end up like my father.
Stop killing yourself and not her.
It’s time that you got her backed up in the corner.
You’re not the moan, she’s the loaner.
Let her decompose, let her be the stoner.
Cuz it always goes happiness for the retriever and then darkness for the donor.
It’s time like those that gets me to act like a foreigner.
She isn’t a friend but a foe smacking the phone down that gets you to loathe her.
Well like you said you aren’t real so stop standing in front of me.
I already feel things cramming that don’t want me.
No get that kill away I’m a man and I get over this pain on my own.
Well then stop bringing up her name,
And I’ll train myself to stop your minds fame.
Remember you came to me. Not your heart or your brain. But me!
Well fuck I strained the shit out of my eyes looking for something to surprise me.
Open handed waiting for you to land something besides lies.
No matter how hard you try your only flying to crash signified only as a guy.
You’re not getting remembered for shit!
And that bitch made you like this!