Lost in words
Lines fall around
Im enslaved by my own thoughts
And i feel that i have to go on.
On about the misery
On about my art
On about my anxiety
Or, have a heart attack.
Every piece of love is unforgiven
They don't deserve it all
Much less if they're not willing
To give it back.
Maybe one in a trillion
And I hate that I go beyond that.
I go beyond limits
Of fire and dirt
Covering myself with shit
I dont recall
You loving me back
And in a world of hate,
You were my art.
