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Wednesday 29 August 2018

My brain thinks too fast and my body won't keep up,
As much as I try will it ever be enough?
I complain about this to complain about that,
I don't know the reason why but you won't believe it's fact.

My vocals are not ideal,
My complaint is on me,
Recovery is surreral


Monday 26 March 2018

Probability


I've done some stupid things, and blamed my heart for controlling me
like a bird with broken wings waiting for time to set me free.
There's a paradise known as freedom.
It breaks my heart because I cannot see,
My heart must be retrained
to make my world belong to me.

Why do I have so much trouble, existing outside of my head
the thoughts inside speak in trouble and red.
My voice won't exactly sync with my speech
and I've fucking had enough
I'm no longer in reach.