So we gotta shake it off
Dead weight lifted, now its gone
Midnight?...shit it's almost dawn
Whats it matter to you man?
Why can't I think of something good to write?
I just spew out a bunch of hollow crap
Only worrying about it rhyming
**** that!**
I need the soul back
I need a firm face smack
Certain emotions I now lack
Acting like a fake, another hack
Getting closer....and now I'm back.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
So we gotta shake it off
Dead weight lifted, now its gone
Midnight?...shit it's almost dawn
Whats it matter to you man?
Why can't I think of something good to write?
I just spew out a bunch of hollow crap
Only worrying about it rhyming
**** that!**
I need the soul back
I need a firm face smack
Certain emotions I now lack
Acting like a fake, another hack
Getting closer....and now I'm back.
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