. . .

Oh hold on I think now my soul is lost

Now its that what I lost

Here take the blame. fast,fast

F*ck that, s*it is a crass

Lots of feelings in my heart

Gots to know just where to start

I said am done, damn maybe its that part

Will I erver relate to this art

So beautiful why bluntly stare at

This must be god

So confused I must be doing bad

Only floating on what I had

I hope I was just sad

But am also mad

That's why I run around

Does it happen cause its bound?