As the face contorns
Whiskers tremble, at the very least honest
Cannot contain this moment inside of your head
I break shells, thread missed the line of a breakpoint
Flash news I lost the game, again.
Wait, no, stop. Forget about your pain
I endorse violence. I am ever so angry at Life.
and I refuse to live it for you're the frozen one.
It is incredible how naive youth should be
precious, and above the smallest precatious
I did not get shame, and dulled over repetition
fuck being straight edge, I seen cuts run seas afloat
As I stood taller over ages, income spent and hard fought, for.
Wait, no, stop it. I came to realize there is no need to apologize
But is is ever so nice and soathing. Comparable to coming up
To my funeral to see, understanding alas, couldn't shake the thought
Mistakes too could be experimentation
But I had a choice. And I could had known better.
It is never the If's that criple. But the need to amend
Frozen in a past rust and spent
Wait, no, stop it. I do not believe in lies.
"No way to make it right". I did it my way.
It hurts to be average
And whenever the melodrama hits harder
Beneath the ground of reason and common sense
On a free fall to decay and confusion
Who is to say I deserve to be shown how?
I am no King
or a heir to the kingdom come
And all around me specters roam
Funny though, they cannot track time
Or tell it otherwise amid the sun, etcetera.
I deviate, granted, of my purpose to travel
Clicking drinks and clinging to the plot
I land to stand, for I stood to fight
For a cause to be discussed if lucky enough
To triumph and reciprocate, another day.
