Dysfunction another symptom
I'm felonious filled with *******
Baloney *** *****. I wear facade
to get a turn of the switch. My rhymes
are a flush of color. In which I dissected
My inner *****. Wondering why I do it.
Why I drag it on. Why I hover over looking like king kong. I'm a ******* fraud. Why don't I **** myself. But living feels like dying. Oxygen I cosume like lying. No ones buying my *******. Except me looking in a mirror I still can't see. What is he to me. Nothing what am I to him. Nothing a cumrag. Nothing to stop an brag. About side *** position made it my mission to be dismissed. He won't be missed. I lacked in self confidence..


Gas up my head. I live in belair. Where love is dead. Singing high notes about love thats died.