Something isn't ever right
I'm a jumping cable full of noose tendency
I'll dance to the rhythm of my sweet paranoia
Counting sobriety like silly sheep
Well fuck, I got stoned again
So I guess I lost count
...
I guess I'm to blame
For my own horseplay
But while I'm still jumping rope
I'll sing the same goddamn song
...
Whistle through my teeth, the liars wall
Ignore all and I mean all of 2 past calls
Some say they worry a lot about me
And all I can do is scream about how I'm blue
...
I guess I'm to blame
For my own Horseplay
But while I'm skipping stones
I'll keep busting up my own bones
...
You are hypocrite in my mirrored view
But what the hell can I say?
What The Hell can I say?
What Hell I Say?
What Hell I?
- Author: The 2 A.M Writer ( Offline)
- Published: April 15th, 2017 23:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Taking more of a personal indie-ish style lately that fits me well. The title has absolutely nothing to do with this at all.
- Category: Unclassified
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