It,s like two in the morning and i can't go to...
trying to find a rhyme for my internal beats...

Hate is such a strong word for someone so weak
ones of which a word that no one should ever...

Something so real yet a dream to my surprise
Looking up above me into your beautiful brown...

Locked up in this cage theres no ending just...
i just rhyme till i run out words I'm like a bird...

My thoughts remain empty
internal beats have stopped...

I am sick of all the lies and the decieving
all these mixed thoughts in my head that i'm...

Blood stained sheets blood stained floors
my wrist wide open it wasn't,t like this before...

I shouldn't have put that gun to his head
i shouldn't have kept on squeezing the trigger...

I'm suffocating in my own pain but no one can...
I'm all smiles when you see me, I guess faking...