20 years old, never been in a relationship
friends of mine are finding the people they'll spend thier life with
only honesty I have is when I'm writing the words,
but honestly this honesty aint easing shit from my world
I look inside but all I'm finding is madness
kinda comes when all your joy is permeated with sadness
but dont feel bad, its not your fault
dry mouth is thick and all I taste is salt
its all good though its all well
stuck inside of this vult, and this hell
dont know if its worth it or if this is my purpose
and I know its what I love but is this really all i have to work with
cols hole and a stone that's etched good man
old soul and a drone that wretched good plan
thats the last time my whole self I'd demonstrate
flatline with a sign that reads do not rescucitate

and we're back, where we are
clutching pillows in the cold ER
and I just wanna be free from all this inner stuff
because my outer self shell is mostly just a bluff
I write with visions like that all I really need
I feign precision but my mind is not so keen
I guess i cant know though i ve never been you
I know its selfish to think that what Ive been through
is so personal, the only one to struggle and muddle
so aimlessly through painfull things and keep his mind in a bubble
take a mouthful of that scope, like hubble
but I cant launder my words its too much trouble
and so much for mr. man of the year
I'm not robin william here I live in empty silence here
and I increase in violence each day but its mental to myself
I wish that I could make you happy but I really need your help


Soul
soul
soul
soul
soul
soul

change your life change your mind
Change your soul find the time
Change the requisite Change the definish
change the way you behave until you're definite