Falling to the floor, hands touching your own filthy guilt
Too much attention is a lesson I learned, a building no longer standing still
The weight of pressure and understanding is the scale I failed to balance, like the blinded part to my free will

Not greedy for money but communication
Is similar to a poor man eating half of a meal, and means to waste it
Might as well spark the flame and resume your mentality blazing
I usually don't pin-point other's mistakes but at times I'm illustrating
A photograph meant to be left alone as I still manage to recreate it

Accepting and moving on is the key I could not find
Envision me with this effort to keep trying
Painting an image of what I desire most
Hope for all and my conscience to stand tall, self-fighting

A battle zone in your mind dome
Too many feelings weakened, carry me home

My acts of annoying the boring people who don't want to talk
Seems to trigger me strongly, I continue on flossing
Make perfect out of nothing, read this message in white chalk
Every lie is bought and every dawn is another moment
It's about time I walk

Away...