Here I sit in myself, what can I do?
Everything is fault of my own.
Add me to the mix, prepare for it to go
screwy. So I watch my phone.
She's losing sleep,
all because of me.
My main goal: to help,
but I spoke how I felt.
Why can't I keep my trap on the low,
and just keep myself going with the flow?
When I sit in this class,
I wonder why they're such an ass.
Why does everyone take this shit way outta proportion?
Must people take things in such perverted distortion?
Will things got better,
once my birthday is here?
Or will I continue to live with this fear
that I'm being watched or even followed?
Will I continue to feel this hallow?
Where is the light?
My situation is less than bright.
How can life be so cruel?
I wish to live by my own rule.
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