This is me biting my tongue when I talk to you--
If you couldn't see the pain I felt holding back my words from vomiting truth, then let me express the significance of what my mind would like to spew.
After all, there's nothin else that I'd like from you--other than to listen and realize what I'm going through.
Must be ignorant to the senses I debut in my own words...there's much more pain, even less strewn,
so I sew along the lines of which you drew & watch the pain flow through.
Screwing up my veins still thinking I'm immune, but I still count down the days calculating time it will take to undo the facts that uve slained due to unfinished rage been shown through the days of all the sniff I blew.
Are you hurting in many ways? Seeking how to provide for you, how to be accepted by youth? Feeding off fame for a clue-- truth is your holding out on this moment, stuck in deja vu.
Saying this has happened, every night you dream its of the night before.
Keep on hoping time doesn't fade so your able to finally renew, trust in me cuz my ways of rolling continuously have changed my point of view, especially of you.
And as my thoughts accumulate my angle slices into ur deep sick desires of exactly why I hate you.
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