Love Hate Life, By Alex Wilds #130

I blow minds away.

Like a thunder storm.

I wish I wasn’t born.

At the end of the day.

I can’t fake it anymore.

I lost the war.

I’ve gone astray.

Like a fire.

Reaching higher.

Well it’s my love.

Something I’m not proud of.

Well it’s my hate.

And it’s kinda late.

Well it’s my life.

And I’m holding a knife.

I don’t know what to say.

After I’ve spoken.

I’m broken.

I don’t wanna stay.

Its kinda troubling.

Fear is doubling.

I’m not okay.

I’m just not.

Why I forgot.

Well it’s my love.

Something I’m not proud of.

Well it’s my hate.

And it’s kinda late.

Well it’s my life.

And I’m holding a knife.

I don’t want to play.

I feel down.

Look a frown.

My eyes are grey.

The color has faded.

And become shaded.

Myself I betray.

With so much power.

Myself I devour.

Well it’s my love.

Something I’m not proud of.

Well it’s my hate.

And it’s kinda late.

Well it’s my life.

And I’m holding a knife.

Well it’s my love.

Something I’m not proud of.

Well it’s my hate.

And it’s kinda late.

Well it’s my life.

And I’m holding a knife.