now I sit here to listen to my own voice
when I spit the poem in reverse
hell sometimes it feels like a parallel universe
new job, no home, no partner to ride it with
at this point im on that dark side with the sith
feeling like i’m standing still as a rock
for now fuck the rhymes just let me talk:
I feel lost every time I see you
I can never express how I feel because I get lost looking
so the thoughts stay with me and leave me feeling empty
then I see the damage I do and I feel worse
crying in the shower just to drown myself out
I don’t deserve things
music, weed, and dance just to escape
hasn’t been this bad in a while
just felt like writing for once to express something
anyways i’m done, back to the written words
lost in my mind and not sure where to go
do I even deserve my old life any mo’
do I even want my old life
the only one near me is the one with a scythe
keeps close, just enough for me to be aware
now I just sit back, head to the sky with my blank stare
what is life man, how does one shift back into reality
guess the first things to recover my sanity
still don’t know if I want it back
but the new me isn’t me, homies just wack
i’m lost.
