WIP
You want to be great? Don’t try to IMPRESS the rest Just EXPRESS yourself.
Honored to be here again, And like all my other appearances,… Reveling at the end, for Defeat is a language I do not spe… What else can I say?
Her best friend of four years Was a complete stranger Five years ago. You’re only a stranger because she wants you to be.
I got girls for days Like my girls April, and May. But add those days up– Every month, every week All the way down to the
center Faces are starting to look familia… This is where I pull My vanishing act– Entering the darkness
A week in the desert And all water will taste flavored. If you never had a tv, All shows would be your favorite. You may not get what you’ve just r…
On the Battlefield there’s many w… Death even for those who stood bol… The ambrosia that is sweet victory The aroma– the smell– casting a sp… But the taste, its taste is foreig…
Separated myself from An uncivilized civilization And traveled into the wild Where I can hug trees and see pea… I am a wild man,
I’ve been moving through this pool… Dragging these cinderblocks—you’d… I’m tired, tired of everything; Tired of the same ol’ thing, tired… Animals, and tired of human beings…
If it’s not a circle, then it won’… I’m sorry, if it hurts you and bri… I would if I could, but there’s n… I can’t stop you in what you choos… But the truth hurts, like a wrist…
Going to the gym, without A membership, is the friend-zone; You’ll never be where you want to… Barely showing up, Just like I’m barely listening–
How much longer will this grand le… Certainly leaving my youth in the… Back and forth, going over the sam… The same matters –most don’t even… Tip: never push her to her breakin…
Now it’s happening all over again. It seems like this marathon has no… Incapable of communicating; You took my language, cerebral, vo… Everything that’s used for convers…
Compeers surround, I’m filled with tourist. If I hit the ground Would I make a sound? Here,
I realize I’m the last person You wanna hear from right now; After all, I’ve brought nothing To your world, but rain– Knowing the ink on the page