a part of me wants to part like lobotomy, honestly targeting a fling that rings doorbells off a ping, and then withdraw within (I never cared tho so why do) I still try to like my life as it comes and goes again, flows into the ocean as I write it and pick apart by then, I feel like I dont have what it takes to hold a pen. (x2) (ba da boom ba bang, damn!) bamn ma'am your cranium is mine and, there aint much you can do about it, so writing when your mind is, lighting like a Christmas tree is sliding into dms you never even liked, so alright picked apart the decibels and I decimate as fucking hate piles upon a fucking plate, I make a pack full of cracks, and tacks and that racks upon racks, fat stacks blowing it back, but I guess im back (I never cared tho so why do) I still try to like my life as it comes and goes again, flows into the ocean as I write it and pick apart by then, I feel like I dont have what it takes to hold a pen (x2) but Im going through hell and I really want to make it out, so i have to go through some messed up steps, before I take a step in the right direction, I gotta self reflect, and understand that I can make it out, comprehend that I can do it all if I keep on grinding, so why the hell am I sliding, if I keep on denying and keep on flying, so there is heck every time i look at my life like its hell rising, pyramid soaring like foreskin no metaphors in, always literal scores and, im pouring my fucking life out on th platter but its a stab in my bladder if i get sadder sadistic or bitter, i rather lack a, pill popping feeling to feelings of paranoia (but all in the end) I still try to like my life as it comes and goes again, flows into the ocean as I write it and pick apart by then, I feel like I dont have what it takes to hold a pen (x2)
