It’s driving me crazy..
How I can’t tell you what I truly feel
Not ‘cause I don’t want to, but it’s ‘cause how you truly feel
Truth be real, ‘cause you feel like a nobody
I feel like I should be real, and tell you I like a nobody
I’m headed to misery like I’ve got no body
But somebody has to miss e’ry depression and aim for love
But how can I do that when I’m depressing that same kind of love
It’s that same shame kind, such a pressing feel
Is this how depression ought to feel? Messing real-
..ness ’till it looks fictive, though descriptive yet being encrypted
It’s my own being that’s being stuck in the mist and
...I should just risk e’rything and tell you the truth, see
..even if you’re not ready, I’m done covering up like a kufi
Zu, be phrasing it all and then trying to reword it
‘cause they say the higher the risk the higher the reward, shit
Yet I doubt if playing risk will be worth it, of course it’s..
Driving me crazy..