I play with words and they slip off my tongue like we’re swapping spit.
You drive me crazy in two ways, my mind is split.
So in every morning I think of my mistakes as I get out of bed
I make my steps,
I go left right left .
I step until I’m right
and then I’m left with regret.
I won’t say I love you again at least not out loud.
What is a man if he is not proud.
Nothing but I am more I have consciousness an active thought bubble.
I think I think and think until I think Im in trouble.
I’ll deny everything good in life I deserve nothing but adversity.
All alone or the rest of my days spent with you characters.
Ask what sounds worse to me?
I’m my true self I’m my own hell. I haven’t stopped striving for change. But I get frustrated cause it’s strange.
It just feels I’m a dollar short every time I’m short on change.
So I won’t say I love again at least not out loud.