the inspiration flows and it just goes and goes and goes
the emotion never stops as it grows with all the crops

you consume me so I cant even be
taking every space of thought in my mind, I cant even begin to unwind
your control over me leaves me as anything but free
I think it's best you walk away even though I'd rather you stay
the future looks to gray, I can't even make out what it'll look like in may
the commitment and constrictment leaves me shaking in fear, i'll hurt you, I can't help it my dear