i try to sit and find the perfect measures
I see the pressure and feel the weight, I don’t complain
I want everything but my life plain, in the sight it might seem dumb
I seek to perpetuate my poetry but it feels so absurd
When the people you put up with for so long they just stare
Broken promises, little tragedy for the fable it might shy away
I feel like i got only one shot in this prophecy but i feel the pictures grabbing me.