I refuse to Believe My Life is This.
Twisted in Pain, Suffokated in Fears, Swallowed By Tears.
But.You Know Me Well.?
From Memories of a Lonely Kid,
fukk friends,
I had Enemies By the aqe of ten,
Kountin Bills By the ten
Stolen from a lady who left her purse open
Kuz shit...
I was hunqry.
SoBer me up
I was a drunken tween
Filled with a Billion dreams
None of them klose to komplete
My future is forever
My past is nextdoor
Beatinq down my Brain tryinq 2 take over my memories
But I know who I am.
Still tryinq 2 fiqure out, where im qoinq.
I fly Around the South
My heart is stukk n the west
Where all dreams kome true
Atleast, I was told..that's where they're supposed to.
And if im Naive,
Niqqa...Please.
Let Me Be Just as Naive as I Want to Be.
All I have is Me.
&Nd this kant B Life...
kuz im still Learninq...
How to Breathe.
