tried to converse my story so long
compact zipped files 8000 songs gone
those that stated feelings my heart belonged
i try to write something so fly
to make you think its on a level of high
like Weezy with a white Styrofoam cup
i try to write something
singing like Kanye
but I'm pushing my luck
so instead i sit at computer desk
whats the best..
way to confine a story so grotesque
of heartbreak loneliness and death
when slitting my wrist was my idea of blessed
when popping pills and cold night chills
and suffocating pillows wouldn't take my life
when day and night I took life in strife
not wanting to live
breathe
always wanting to leave
couldn't bare to see
or see another day
I try to write something that gives me meaning to stay
I try to write something that convinces me to stay
I try to write something on that high level
but instead...
I'm viben on my goodbye level.
