Its going to pull at you, until you hit the ground point your ears at me so you can hear the sound of my voice will you listen if i tell you more thoughts
I'll sit inside my room Windows open listening to the world Sometimes I think about I'm Fascinated by the ones who brought us here I find it hard to
God damn this feeling i feel i'm right and the world is fucked up and prey for me cause calling my name won't find me a follower follows cause he can
canvas sits, yellow brush runs across it as i watch details never stop picture this, a thousand words, a thousand times unspoken and conversation breaks us down, our simple lives
These word don't come easy and what i say only makes thing worse covered up stories for harsh realities i knew you'd take it the wrong way, its just
