I Am Made Up Of Broken Promises And Unlived Dreams.

My misery and my desire,

Are similar in their attire.

I’m really the smartest fool,

Touching a raging fire.

You must take what is yours,

Because yours only stays awhile.

And it’s only never too late,

To love the things you hate.

But then ya’ll gonna mix my words,

Y’all don’t know how to spell,

And what if I get my groove on,

And tell that bitch how I felt,

nah, I can’t catch no feelings,

Cuz that ain’t good for my health,

And when I get to coughing,

I pray I’m up in the clouds.

Home body,

But nobodies home.

How could I exist?

I’m only blood and bone.

I’m way too deep in consciousness,

i get lost in supermarkets.

Who are you to judge,

what’s inside my pockets?

If I gave you the world

You’d question how I’d got it.

If heaven was here,

You’d stomp right on top it.

Your heart beats into mine,

Violently,

And unapologetic.

My turbulent mind now still,

Because the look in your eyes could kill,

But only was it your lips,

That could heal me from all of this.

Burnt cigarettes,

Count my frustration,

My lungs, my ashtray,

My heart, it’s all failing.

Coughing up swallowed words.

Better late than never, I guess…

beginning to feel,

don’t wanna survive,

my body is here,

i’m losing my mind,

my mind.

why do i try?

should i forgive?

your touch was a lie,

but you touched me still,

still.

i love you, and i love you

it’s like when i breathe and i don’t even have to try

discipline is freedom. remember that.

And in the end it's you against you, fighting for yourself.

i hear music when i’m around you