Concussions
Look the word is a twisted belief in a wicked behaviour of events,
I never thought ending my self was easier then staying along side my best,
My best was you and your being was so true, the reality is clear, my mind is better with you near.
Closer that you came the more of the human boy wonder I became, but after your addiction ran my veins the more distance you adopted the more wounded I became,
Hurt lost, or even madman they are all the same, now I have a want but my reality is ashamed,
Harder I claim to my fame the more bumps I get thrown my way, from being called names to losing my soul to the tasks I put on my plate.
My love for you never fades that plate I call my responsibilities all smash when your here, nothing better then watching your smile as I throw down my actions to keep you entertained.
