Some days I feel like TI vs. TIP
I cant even look into the mirror
without be begging to see clearer
into my own eyes
I simply cant understand whats inside
thats why somedays I just ride
with the music on thinking deep
I really want to leap from this world
i feel like I walk around asleep in a daze
Like my mind simply wont awake
I want to know how to act
but its hard when you see though everyone's crap
People acting fake are easy to hate
but I twist myself around in a cape
to escape from the outside world
and convince myself that my heart isn't bleeding
metaphors are for the weak
who can't see themselves how they really are
like a man's first car
but my eyes seek far into other's lies
somedays i want to sit back and cry
but fuck that i'm not gonna lie
I haven't let my self cry since i was like five
my pride swells sinking my mind further into hell
making me go crazy and just yell
as if i sold my soul
and everything inside just went cold
Maybe I'll understand when I become old
or maybe i'll just throw in my cards and fold
start rocking gold
and drink until i throw up
wish I would just grow up
Well, I'm honestly not that impressed, but I really did feel like I needed a release honestly. W/E. Shouts at Charles again maybe he'll start reaind my blog if i just keep sicing him hahhaha.
out...........
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