DEFENDER'S RAP

• This is some ballistic missile shit, I hate sounding like I'm rapping but I just can't help it.
• what I had done are now the words I commit to, now i look back to how I sung and can't view myself getting through,
• because now everything lacks the same symmetry, my OCD is giving me fucked up haunting imagery when it comes to me instantly losing dignity, but somehow still having sympathy for someone who still has the ability to have me feeling like a fucking probability, then expect me to keep my civility? we jumped to conclusions like i was fucking sky diving, now I'm performing perfect vocal executions in the process of just surviving.
• I wish my lungs would stop being short or breath,
• but like my height there's something's we just can't help
• like when I held your hand and got nervous and sweat, like there was a furnace in front of me-
• I just wanted to see the purpose of finding my heart beating quickly at the sight of the beautiful sunset on the sea.
• to be honest, at this point you're making me fucking hate ice cream.