it's the word,
the one i use too much,
the one i hate,
the one i can't help but use,
the one that comes out naturally,
whether it be for being so dragging
or just making things awkward.
it's like everything is on a dull repeat,
i'm back at this again,
this part of the song where the chorus keeps it at the single note,
the lowest note,
of course, not in tune,
why do you think it's my song and no one else has it?
some days, my record will have a feature or will be featured,
but today's not one of those days.
the low, stung out note is back,
and it still plays on senselessly,
of course,
the censored word playing through the entire time,
the lyrics just being regrets,
strung out sobs,
loud tears,
some breakdowns in between,
and lonely rhythms.
yes, back here again after being featured for so long,
or having good tracks instead of this funk,
this vibe,
of never wanting to leave the dark,
or that i can't ever avoid it.
how i wish to be featured,
or have those happy tune whistles back.
but i can't,
this funk,
this repeated rhythm of pain and sorrow,
it lingers.
and i know it will for a while.
so i'll use the word now,
as it is all that chokes up the chords and forming walls over my love.
s***y.
for everything.