by Arcassin Burnham
Am I alive or just breathing in a dead corpse,
The silence is where my heart use to be,
God coming through for me,
Harvested the honey tree,
O! How I was just a simpleton to everyone\'s superiority
In bashfulness and disloyalty,
But I\'m me,
What about you,
Like what about you,
I don\'t like you,
You didn\'t believe in me when I was kicked down on the
Ground with a hundred feet stomping me,
Doing things for myself is always the best company,
I wondered what I would\'ve done if I hadn\'t been just doing
Things for me,
It\'s the best cup of tea,
That myself gave to me ....... of that makes any sense,
I don\'t know maybe this is my cure after all.