Japanese frothy ice coffee in the summer
Watching the world continue to burn
As the spaces 'tween the paper disinter
and I continue to reap the ideals i sowed
Growing cold to the bones, lungs ache
As my lips wisp a chilly whisper thin as
Phone wire and defeated but riding still tall
Came way too far to give out like cheap cigars
I had to pretend to be so many different people
To realise why and where exactly i didn't fit in;
Optimism keeps me through til the night,
When morning spreads my chest it slits my heart like a knife
But in my soul I can feel the guiding gaze
Of my grandmother, her memories embedded to remind me of
A constant reason to always want to stay alive.
I've got limited time and truthfully I fear I'll never live it
The way i should be,
But by the end of this season I will wear the welts of
My lessons, I will try better to be
Who I should be