It's a series of back and forth The way we are the way we move I've never experienced anything like it on this earth It's better than the best available *****
If I had chosen not to give birth Well that wouldn't happen; because I highly disaprove Abortion would have left a hole deep in my girth And that is not something I want to try and prove
We have *** like its going out of style Masking our emotions so we can get by Yet all it is doing is fueling our denial So afraid of fully letting go; I wonder why
Making the best of what I'm given Sometimes falling into the oblivion Losing hope in the life I'm living Feeling the sting of the desert scorpion
If only to be numb from the sensory It overwhelms me when I think too much I need to compartmentalize all my registry Stop looking for a way out; stop finding that crutch