This story we call life is full of lovers and daggers,
It ends quickly but it feels for a life time
What did we do to stumble so far away
Will there ever be order ?
To be honest ...

I don’t care about it but I do lowkey
I move with a certain step of expectancy,
Lacking worthiness and consistency
Loyal as hell to fire
But ... this world is creating me to be cold hearted
Post luggage and the sad things
When all I wanted in the first place was Love to clean me cause I’ve been threw this mud some call home.