The words only sound good in my head
When i see them on paper i think my brains gone dead
Nothing seems coherent and every syllable is arbitrarily placed
No rhyme or reason except for what ive come to expect from the one whose lost his skill with the pen
Im at the end of my rope and i cant use my words to cope because everything i say makes me feel like im just a dope headed loser whos got nothing but a single string around his throat holding him back from choosing to become a ghost