i attemptd to shut my ears down
bt my heart refusd to listen
my mind's nt goin da right direction
im exasperated
i nd a getaway frm right n wrong
heavy chains r imprison'n me
i got to run away
lika stab thru my hand, bleeding
doctors wldn't help
a victim, trying to seek salvages
we're not easy to comprehend as, together
possibly, only when we're holdn hands
or maybe even not.
resembling material luxuries, its not a compulsory
so if you need me or not
perhaps,
its not an issue
probably,
it doesnt matter.
you've had all.
im just nothing.
cus i understand,
you'd soon be gone one day.
because you cant see da tears.