enter my head haunting me
look at my soul taunting thee
an some days I just wonder why
you slowly pull me here under I
see you one day remember this feeling
go with two days this ember is dealing
been three days cold December unveiling
im turning so strange now September is stealing
my past here a love just to linger
the future I shove you this ringer
a circle of fakes in this world of swingers
im purple an twirled by these singers
too the common I am not seen usually
an iris the shape of a virus it used to be
my weakness that made me plead humanly
now my strength is reversed truthfully
I had a devotional crutch
to your emotional touch
now selling myself to promotional much
less time with the notional such
many confused an some prone to agree
with this flow im all alone in the sea...
the confused smile so you can laugh son
if home is where the heart is then I don't have one.
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