Everything I represent is slowly ******* dying
My grades are bad I hate my life and I'm tired of trying
I wish that I could spend my entire life crying
But I can't even cry no more, ain't that terrible timing
My ex girl said she loved me but she obviously was lying
I drink and I feel grounded
But id much rather be flying

I'm a ******* crow. And I love it. I'm Black ,unique ,feared, and above all I'm misunderstood. I am a epitome of fear. A symbol of the unknown. Which makes perfect since considering I am unknown. Most think of birds and  think of colors. All colorful birds are thought to be different because of their colors and their physical attributes,But appearance means nothing. They are different on the outside but on the inside they are all the same. No matter how different they look. Most of their attributes are beautiful. From their vibrant colors to their interesting looking beaks. But I'm different, I look plain. I look dead. I look boring and scary and people never look past appearance. They never have and they never will. If they did then crows like me would be a symbol of poeticness, creativeness, and pure brilliance.  My sub songs misinterpreted by all that hear them. They think they are obnoxious and rude. While I see them as sentimental and beautiful. I sing my songs out of tiredness of oppression brought to me by society and neglect-ion brought to me by my peers. But it's okay I will always fly. And even when the terrible twisted world I live in takes my wings I will still be heard. Either because my sub songs annoy the **** outta you or cause you look past the screeching sound and find the true Beauty to my madness.

There's a new drug on the streets called love .if you never try it you always  wonder how it feels. You try it once and you either enjoy the feeling or you hate it cause you hate the fact that one person can have that much control over your happiness. You control your happiness but once you use the drug it's not up to you anymore cause the drug is in your body and intoxicates your mind until you are no longer self-dependent. You let the drug have control over you and you love the feeling. Your happy, care free, and joyous as ****. But too much of something kills you. Especially this drug. People tell you things like "your too young" or "you need to focus on yourself" ; to make you stop because they've experienced the drug and they know what it can do. But of course you done listen because the feeling you have when you take the drug is the most alive you have ever felt. So you overdose.....

You feel happy for an extended period of time but just like everything else on this sick twisted world nothing lasts. So your happier than you've ever been and then it's over..... and you don't even know what happened.

Close your eyes and run