in my conscience there’s distorted cries
just waiting for the world to tell me why.
don’t know how much longer i can keep this mentally, can’t figure out how much longer im gon let this **** get to me.
should i slice? should i dice? or just let it happen?
i wanna see the startled faces when i look down upon them.
my heart hits a road block when i think about ma though, she’ll be hurting even more when i let the **** hit my throat.
but i can’t express myself so maybe I’ll stay quiet, as a matter of fact my brain turned into a ******* riot.
i feel like a soda bottle with too much carbonation, don’t know where to put my emotions so i just stay patient—
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
in my conscience there’s distorted cries
just waiting for the world to tell me why.
don’t know how much longer i can keep this mentally, can’t figure out how much longer im gon let this **** get to me.
should i slice? should i dice? or just let it happen?
i wanna see the startled faces when i look down upon them.
my heart hits a road block when i think about ma though, she’ll be hurting even more when i let the **** hit my throat.
but i can’t express myself so maybe I’ll stay quiet, as a matter of fact my brain turned into a ******* riot.
i feel like a soda bottle with too much carbonation, don’t know where to put my emotions so i just stay patient—
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