Talking with my pain

July 21, 2021

you see

my life isn’t no fairytale

it isn’t no wishing well

you can’t just throw in a coin

then make three wishes

you can’t be less then a man

we gotta take the time to just follow oir list

come follow me into the light

my bucket list has been fool for along while

ever since I was just a little boy it’s been piling up

I’m in it for the long run

until the end until my soul smiles

all I got left is this ink in my pen

using it to write down these words

molding it to take my notes

blank paper to tell it all

opening up to let it all out

i been yelling at my pain

my heart is starting to choke

tell me if you can see why I been trying to cope

I’ve been smoking my lungs away

I been crying my eyes out

using these drugs for more

not for just a head change

it’s really to keep me going on

dear father god

how can you say follow the commandments

knowing that people ignore it all

when it comes to passion

there isn’t nothing better then true love

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