I'm in my deepest parts of my mind,
For 20 years I have seen foot prints broken thoughts that die.
Follow your dreams they say but if we were doing that what about the nightmares of the brain?
See A thought just broke again..
Picking up the pieces in a day-dream
I look for lust like a smokers offspring.
I know it's bad for me to "smoke" but when I put it down the world stresses me out and I go back to the relaxation of coughing.
If that makes sense
I'm addicted to having a bad habit to love,
And your heart gets broken all you want is to light up a good ol "lusting"
Knowing that it's temporary so is *******,
But I won't stop I need to love for I need loving!
Rehab is the only choice I'm breaking thoughts if I'm not I'm "smoking".
God ..
Help..
Me..