For a minute i stepped away from writing
I lost the reason for why i write
I always wrote about my feelings
And then i lost sight
I wasnt sharing my feelings anymore i was building anger
My new relationship, my family, my new job, it all became overwhelming
So i do what i did before writing, turning my anger into hunger
And telling lies when people asked whats wrong, its not a good thing but it was selling
Now im deep in thought and realizing i fucked up
Lost sight of my dreams and forgetting What i was made of
So i pour up some of the poison and take big sips out my cup
Cuz this the last time ima lose sight of me cuz im dealing wit sumbody else stuff
