each day just flows into the next

time doesn't wait for anybody

just ask me, i know best

but i must confess

i didn't pay much attention

to how much i've got left

not that it matters though

waisted days being waisted alone

i own a backpack though and theres always home

it wasn't much of an impression but at least i made one though

fuck my life

at least i played that ho

avaided cataclismic reprecutions

just in time

but how could i know

it's like hardwired survival

an endless amount of knowledge that only i know

and you could try to study up

haha

nice try though

 

you never payed them much attention

but for me there was no choice

cause for you they gave the world

but i only had my voice

so i learned how to use it

spent countless nights,lifetimes reciting and writing music

just to add and subtract to it

can't afford to live my life just whispering

i'm afraid that this might be it for me

and i'm not getting any younger

cannot live out my life

repeating my own history

it's sickening

 

so many words i meant to say

but i deleated them instead

if only for your own protection

so that theres peace inside your head

and although we're no longer friends

we will be again

then your eyes can gaze upon

the words i wouldn't send