Good morning breath
Retrieve its intense accidents
Left me in the dust
How didn’t I notice?
This is a laughter
It’s a mini chapter
A twisted disaster
Shoot for the stars
The sun paid me to do it
This is all real
Reaching for a curvier road then we have encountered before
Sound the alarm
Run to where it’s warm
She insisted that I learn
Telling me and teaching me are two different things
And I pack enough culture to strengthen wings
So now it’s all about the wind in my face
The race is quickening
Imagining the only reaction is her satisfaction...
Tell me again you love the color of my brown eyes
And I will tell you with a straight face that not once have I cried
I have seen the experience and have questioned the way that things work
All philosophy still hasn’t proved to me the real answer on why it hurts
Punching, kicking, screaming
None of this will bring me an ending
That compares to a storybook, but all it took was a crushed second
To know that it wasn’t you turns out I have great imagination
It’s so distant that I walk around in my own circulation
Based on the above
The truth is used in emergency situations
She only cared about my spontaneous, religious fascinations
Needless to say that big question can sometimes be your solution
Because I have walked two-hundred and seventeen steps away from institution
With the words as clear as day, sometimes it still doesn’t become clear
The simple things that we enjoy, are still the concepts that we fear
I hear music, or should I say that once in my life I heard?
But only have to think of robbery, if that situation hadn’t occurred
Wasted feelings, wasted pride, and wasted lust, and wasted touch
The scenery we must change, so as humans we would not care so much
Why should anyone bother?
I need no explanation on how the pain works.
Am I familiar to the phase? Because I am the one who constructed your world.
[Dedicated to my torturer]
