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Get
Him
Outt
Scared
To bad
My gear is jumpsuit
Like I'm.from prison
In and out
My creativity is done
As I work in hell
Numbbb
Each failure
I die a little
This one that's so major
Killed my mind
For I can't be independent
Like I'm supposed to be..
I tried and why am I
Dead still
When I try to have sparkling fire
Of.good in me
Sensual
Electric
Person
That
Enjoys
My
Breaths
Even remember
He was my tennis racket
I bounce off him
And I play him like a guitar
When he was acting bad
Now I swing him hard
And around to behave
I've lost count
How many times my heart's been knocked down..
Different counted times than in my head..
One over powers the other
But never in sync...
He helps sync it when he's not around me
Physically
Orbiting with love
My brain
My fluids inside that
Feel Everything much more..
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