Coming through the door, drifting on colours of flowers once given by unknown sorrow
walking through the hallway, thinking of the times where rhymes were more than simple lines
i'm willing to progress, but all i get is regress, bringing me back to the stance in which i glance through chances.
Not knowing where to go now, seeing as i miss the know how to get higher than low down.
Even after conquering my deepest pits by lingering for sincere wits,
noticed i never got what i desired, never got my fire extinguished.
seeing you smile, praying you never see my vile, and hoping you're enjoying my style.
searching for a reason to learn to enjoy my beacon.
but i end up dreaming through my earphones and imagining i cant be seen by some.
Fighting my strife to end a life and see fine light while i smile at my plight.
breaking this bracing cycle is what im trying by lying to myself.
wanting this heart to keep on beating, to keep my body heated and my soul pleads for forgiveness for bringing alive this seed.
I sold my soul to the devil and i will never get it back. Now wandering like a ghoul full of evil and it'll turn into a wreck.
by living through my disaster i got corrupted by things that i thought would last, not knowing i cant keep on plowing through my mind that past.
Praying for better days to hold on, so i have better things to say when i go on and move on from this love that felt so wrong.