Calling out the life I live when I choose not to bust, I feel I'm going nuts with no rush to adjust me, no girl can feel my pain when I just hold it in, we're holding hands knowing it was time to part ways, the things within my closet I may never own, if I never kept it fresh, just as dry as bones, simply picture drama piling as we speak, feeling on an island where you're just among the weak, sit on it in disbelief, wishing your belief was uncertain, just behind the curtain you was hurting to find it wasn't, nobody to trust, everybody knows your gullible, anybody capable of taking your power, now you say "**** the world" but the world rapes cowards, and maybe I was guilty of it, what the hell we beefing for, years after I felt I embodied a castration, I could say I found myself, claiming desperate reparations, buying yet another day, living just another lie, though it gets repetitive cause now I'm running out of time. OR MAYBE I'M JUST PLAYING WITH MYSELF! AND IT HELPS JUST TO MAKE IT LAST LONGER.