I scribble my thoughts across one wall
corner to corner and as i am tall
permanent marker in an endless scrawl
up on my tipy toes i scribble right till the top of the wall
i bleed my heart, i bleed my soul
and im trying to fill in every last hole
but all the writing takes its tole
and i finally must stop to rest before finishing my goal
i dont think four walls is quite enough
to just explain all this lovey dovey stuff
but its just what ill do...its all pretty tough
but like mom always said...to get what you want-gotta go throught the rough.
i hope this explains it
all this black cursed shit
all this is my admitt
my willing love for you to committ.
