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The End
- Drift through my bedroom door around four taken by the day's lost hope.
- Watch it shift into a foundation where I can hang my rope.
- I'm still hurtin', ya I've been sore, and I'm strugglin' to cope,
- So I'm still herbin', til' I soar, bitch I used to slang that dope.
- Ever since you left my world, every single colour drained out.
- All the empty grey makes the over welcomed pain stain like a drought.
- And any view without you, leaves residue on the truth, leaves doubt
- In my youth, and any of these words that you spewed from your mouth.
- Shit just gets so fucking lonely in my head, searching through the rooms
- Until I hit a dead end. And who I really got as a friend?
- I am he, and he will be with me from beginning to the end.
- Now can you fucking comprehend? See why I weep, even though
- I pretend, that shit don't really matter in the end, but when
- I try to sleep between the sheets, it proves how lost I really am.
- I can't withstand that in the end, I'd end up on my own.
- I've started to misunderstand everything I've ever known.
- You were all I needed, but like you said "we're not compatible".
- And as time proceeded, turns out you're now fucking some of my bro's.
- Suddenly I'm needed, but now I've turned so fucking ice cold.
- Honey, believe it, my mental state has taken such a high toll.
- Let the seed of love settle, then tear its fucking roots out my soul.
- Make me bleed and disassemble, overbear my whole mental.
- Made the message so simple, yet producing more than a ripple.
- Feed me some info, like, "You mean so little", well bitch, ditto.
- But still, I'm staring out my window, crying in my pillow,
- Try'na find that hero, who can save my from my limbo.
- Can't you see these fucking signals? I'm struggling being single.
- All the stresses intermingle, leaving messes far from being simple.
- Apprehensive that I've started feeling dismal.
- My senses been gettin' brittle, I've got that crippled middle.
- Load that pistol, grit my teeth, tremble, finish up my last scribbles,
- I'll let this wishful riddle speak for my last symbols.
- Take one last reminiscence of our distant past, as I dwindle,
- The only requisition that I ask, before I pass,
- Is that this blast takes me back to when I used to laugh,
- Back when the end looked so much brighter and unsurpassed,
- But then again, I should ask, in the end, do these dire trends last?
- Or will time lead to a higher sense of my life's task?
- Realize you're not the kind to wife, just supply some fine ass.
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