You prefer to cry over spilled milk
And let the current of salty rain fall hush your ears
Your bark is like that of any thundering storm
For it disables my sound currents from kissing the inner lobes
It fights off the truth
Twists my sweet sounds into a deeper drama
Truth is , you can\'t handle the truth
Your heart is made of ice
Causing the truth to boomerang off and out of the ear it entered in to
You refuse to stretch your mind
Because you\'re afraid
That the world may not spin in the same direction if you don\'t blow cases out of proportion
Or that you won\'t leave your legacy if you don\'t force toxic nothings into the hearts of the youth
Or that maybe one day, just maybe, you may sound logical when you allow words to slide off your tongue
But because your elevator hasn\'t went all the way up onto floor number intelligence
You spit dangerous ignorance
For this reason, you don\'t listen
On purpose