As I’ve continued to write with this pen
Throw it out when the ink is up
My life is the ocean, and I’m sinking fuck!
What am I even doing anymore?
I’m living a lifestyle that many would adore
But I can’t stand it one bit, it’s a bunch of shit
I’m drawing the line now, so this is it
You wanna know why I’m angry and confused?
I’m trying to learn and my mind gets mentally abused
Can’t concentrate on geometry or French
Because I can feel it in my stomach, I’m tense
Thinking about to many other things at the same time
Some would say I have a deranged mind
FAME has gone crazy with her hallucinations
Sick and twisted with unreachable fascinations
I’m losing my mind, I can’t help the rhyme
The microphone is my shrine
When I grab a writing utensil I seem to feel better
No longer under the cloudy weather
When the leads or ink is on the paper
It sends me to a place where I feel safer
Just going at a random keystyle, bored at almost 3 in the morning ya know
