So lately
I've been writing lyrically..
about and everyone can see
that clearly--wait.. hm..
Now what could this be?
I'm going to change this beat, this melody
This whole track to just being about me
Some people cause a scene
while others observe
I do both, but lately it's been a blur
Now finding it absurd
That my heart and mind can't concur
on anything except acknowledging that I'm hurt
by everything
I'm hurt or annoyed by everything
Doing my best but it's not doing anything
All around, no one and nothing's progressing
All static. No dynamic. No growing rate.
Seasons don't change. It's just one dead climate.
And it's all costing me my mental state
"This is the good life"(sound bit from T-Pain) Don't seem that great.
The heart's about to reform
I mean
The stone's still a little warm
It's still soft...
What the fuck?
It's not a stone or an organ.
What the hell is it then?
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