I feel unconscious, these feelings in my conscious
Make me feel like a con descend that’s
Not used to show emotions
Now I try to use my pencil to show ya’ll my emotions
Devotion filled, yet dumbfounded
At how many people dumb I found and
I even tried to open up and they didn’t mind it
Guess I was stupid
I shouldn’t have tried to connect with people that are close minded
I suppose I shouldn’t have tried it
They say if you can’t fight it just side with it
But I aint gonna stand next to depression and die for it
Impressions of life hide in it
Leaving me feeling like Jekyll and Hyde but tinted
I tackle the subject of vengeance
Am I responsible for being an irresponsible menace?
It appears to diminish while it disappears
Feeling like a noble man dissing his own peers
My clear thoughts are memorable
Though my memory fails to remember too
Does that mean I’m fully forgetting that I’m forgetful?
I’m through with these feelings I seem to go through
But for some reason I can’t escape the escapable
Please don’t ask, I am capable
It’s just hard to ditch evil when your sitting at a table for two
If life’s a book I’m paging it through
Instead of taking my time to read it like how I’m supposed to
But it seems like there’s a torn page or two
I just hope that the next page won’t be ‘bout misery and Zu
Feedback is appreciated.