My existence is unexpected and my intentions are unaccepted
what am I missin, a direction on my mission but I'm destined
for an enterance from progression if I get interests instead of questions
by my friendships which i've left em cuz I've come distant and im despirate
I can sense it's detection which is my position in possession thru my convictions n confessions
and my preventions of perception, also my decisions to dissection like division, thats the
infliction of infection
i've got suspicions I've suspected thru collisions which collected
I thought charisma was protected but i did not compehend, so dyslected
livin pretend; then poetic, "just give us an endin to our guessin"
well men, im pathetic, I insist you assess it, are you pissed my profession:
I'm a prick I've perfected? Psycho dick, want discretion?
be my critic correctin my condition, convection:
convincin contestants im addicted to addin
an edge to what's listed, im laughin cuz you're mixed out this message
just listen, suggestions to my lyrics this session?