Just some shit I wrote in my history class, I do this all the time.
yeah, thinking about will you ever suceed from the dark side and ascend,
when you've got no feeling left it just feels like nothing when your arm overextends,
others don't know whats better but they recommend,
when your at your end, sick of trying to fit in or living pretend,
thoughts of giving up, losing the will to comprehend,
with so many problems but not knowing which to mend,
but really the only thing you depend on is the easing words of your friends,
with a list of hate that expends,
bursting, quenching for that final breath,
looking at the path in which the devil chooses for me next,
at a time when respects,
before the final death of my soul and its not gods to be kept,
eyes constantly wet, had dreams like martin luther king juniour,
making a change like malcom x, here pure emotion no special effects,
enough draining thoughts to make book of text about what to accept of life thats so complex,
thats the main subject,
born living the life of a terrible project, the dance with the devils voice,
has crept, around my throat it controls me flexed, but i let go of my dream, eject ,
left this tissues wet from tears like oral sex..
because im on the edge of falling off the building between decks,
but in the end my hearts left in sections
yeah, thinking about will you ever suceed from the dark side and ascend,
when you've got no feeling left it just feels like nothing when your arm overextends,
others don't know whats better but they recommend,
when your at your end, sick of trying to fit in or living pretend,
thoughts of giving up, losing the will to comprehend,
with so many problems but not knowing which to mend,
but really the only thing you depend on is the easing words of your friends,
with a list of hate that expends,
bursting, quenching for that final breath,
looking at the path in which the devil chooses for me next,
at a time when respects,
before the final death of my soul and its not gods to be kept,
eyes constantly wet, had dreams like martin luther king juniour,
making a change like malcom x, here pure emotion no special effects,
enough draining thoughts to make book of text about what to accept of life thats so complex,
thats the main subject,
born living the life of a terrible project, the dance with the devils voice,
has crept, around my throat it controls me flexed, but i let go of my dream, eject ,
left this tissues wet from tears like oral sex..
because im on the edge of falling off the building between decks,
but in the end my hearts left in sections



