Depression seeps into my skin like lotion.
When it comes down to a lesson I never learn it.
Memory but my faulty line and my breaks are cut so I always past the line.
I cant remember my own lines its like a plague on the higher minds.
The higher I climb the lower I get.
The less I climb the higher I kick.
Life but a bitch and she tried to run me through the 6.
I had my hands up and my eyes closed while some sick lines I tried to spit.
Ima burn in hell so why not start the fire while im still living.
If I could I would but I also know that I shouldn't.
Never had a girl that treated me much like I treated her.
I made them all my queen mistake number one.
Only one queen can rule the world.
I must be more careful to choose a woman and not a girl.
Other wise im no better then these females choosing boys and complain they aren't men.
Never knew a man who didn't fend for himself who didn't lend to himself nor helped himself...
Never knew a man to lay hands on a woman, hurt a woman, or upskirt a woman.
Anyway where was I oh yea.
This depression seeps into my skin like lotion.
Loves a death potion.
And my hearts but an empty ocean.
My mind but a field for the more sublime.
And my goals are all but one path to a failed heart line.