I can't listen I need to feel everybody Just to avoid them Carve a path of blind spots The outside looks ugly when You're stuck in your cells for Days And months That I Tried to move on from Sifting myself into leaks What's not done gets undone Undo the process until I break Thought I need to see someone But I can't even see the Days And months
The weakness I'm from Doesn't hold me a grip It pushes my ankle Then asks why I tripped While I see spikes below me It's really a pit Thats swallowed of half me The rest is composite
I'm the making of I'm the work in progress I'm the poster child Without a TV promise I'm a half written contract Signed by my tongue I'm completely honest And shocked that I'm not drunk I'm four lines over what I need to say And I'm a hollow year from being a break And I'm nowhere close to, what I think I am I think I'm nobody As far as nobody understands
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