We1
Well-Known Member
Baby mamma drama occurred twice incidentally,
Cuz we couldnt bare the pain of wrapping seeds inside of T.P.
See the outcomes the babies died prematurely
And I was left to fend alone in life insecurely
I cant express exactly how my life changed indefinitely
But it definitely did She felt she had to blame me
And all this blame this I probably didnt deserve
But blame me she did cuz I know the pain hurt
One more LIFE lost The effect of the cause
Our friendship was the cost and I learned that love is flawed
Cuz in the end we are who we are
And even though we try We cant take it that far
I used to think that love could conquer anything
But every single time we fell in the same predicament
Vindictive more than jealous love
We came from different backgrounds it fuels what we become
And even though we practiced it was not enough
Cuz the moral to the story is there is no SUN
Or a little daughter my prides been dishonored
And After this infliction life seems so somber
So positive feelings are impossible to conjure
I am pessimist cuz my optimisms slaughtered
Id try to get it back but my heart is still trapped
Behind these walls of fake prides and false masks
That will never allow me to adapt to habitats
I try to step forward but in the end I always backtrack
Back to drugs and soul inebriation
Afraid to love again so Im alone masturbating
Spiteful that Im stuck in this arrangement
Ive continued to sever every single close relation
Through the years Ive sabotaged them all
Im still trying to stand tall but in the end I always crawl
Back inside of these lonely dug trenches
So my life is held hostage by my best senses
So Im plagued to stay stagnant no convalescence
Cuz my future is crippled from pain of past lessons
But when the last teardrop is finally shed
When all is done and said looking back in retrospect
I might feel happiness and life again
Cuz these lessons didnt break they made me who I am
Who I am, who am I, I am .Carved by the razors edge
The end
Dedicated to Hannah, Michelle, and Sarah (R.I.P.)
though I toke to this day....
Cuz we couldnt bare the pain of wrapping seeds inside of T.P.
See the outcomes the babies died prematurely
And I was left to fend alone in life insecurely
I cant express exactly how my life changed indefinitely
But it definitely did She felt she had to blame me
And all this blame this I probably didnt deserve
But blame me she did cuz I know the pain hurt
One more LIFE lost The effect of the cause
Our friendship was the cost and I learned that love is flawed
Cuz in the end we are who we are
And even though we try We cant take it that far
I used to think that love could conquer anything
But every single time we fell in the same predicament
Vindictive more than jealous love
We came from different backgrounds it fuels what we become
And even though we practiced it was not enough
Cuz the moral to the story is there is no SUN
Or a little daughter my prides been dishonored
And After this infliction life seems so somber
So positive feelings are impossible to conjure
I am pessimist cuz my optimisms slaughtered
Id try to get it back but my heart is still trapped
Behind these walls of fake prides and false masks
That will never allow me to adapt to habitats
I try to step forward but in the end I always backtrack
Back to drugs and soul inebriation
Afraid to love again so Im alone masturbating
Spiteful that Im stuck in this arrangement
Ive continued to sever every single close relation
Through the years Ive sabotaged them all
Im still trying to stand tall but in the end I always crawl
Back inside of these lonely dug trenches
So my life is held hostage by my best senses
So Im plagued to stay stagnant no convalescence
Cuz my future is crippled from pain of past lessons
But when the last teardrop is finally shed
When all is done and said looking back in retrospect
I might feel happiness and life again
Cuz these lessons didnt break they made me who I am
Who I am, who am I, I am .Carved by the razors edge
The end
Dedicated to Hannah, Michelle, and Sarah (R.I.P.)
though I toke to this day....