These sad stories
are the reason for my treasons
marking the death of a lyrical season
dying and trying to to make the best of it I can
even though there are limits to where my mind can expand
a talent so true should never be wasted
it's this victory that I want so bad I can taste it
and I think about all the years that's done past me by
thinking about all the tears that I have shed when I cried
lost lives of our loved ones
they will be truely missed
but their spirits live on forever when we reminisce
pardon my emotions that flow through these words
if they come across to you as a little absurd
cause I'm trying to deal with circumstances
that I have been handed in the best way i can
just trying to get through it
just trying to understand
revelations in my head
got me heart doing reversals
you used to be so real
now you just commercial
sold your self out
it's like selling your soul to the devil on purpose
and everything on the suface is fake and just worthless
don't mean nothing in the bigger scheme of things
trying to block out all the pain that the memories bring
but each time and I sit and think of the moments that we shared
it's like a slap in the face to know that you never really cared
I guess for that shit I just wasn't prepared
I dared
to open up and trust you with this feelings that were on the inside
I never expected you to just drop top and ride
left in the middle of nowhere with all these questions in my head
got my soul searching but I wonder if it's dead
can't feel nothing in my heart no more
it's just a bunch of information to be processed and stored
in a ravaged heart that don't know love
how do you expect me to rise above
the shit that I have seen and the shit that I have been through
but what am ithinking
this don't mean shit to you