Meh.
See I haven't written for weeks, I haven't spitten in sheets,
You see for me to see her would allow me to keep living you see,
In her essence, essentially present for my presence to be to this second,
This is a lesson, love I should do less in, my memory has lessened,
Before I blast this weapon, I ain't testing with my mind infested,
I see I have been bested, feeling the shame in my own reflection,
With her face engraved, I see it pretty much anywhere I try to go,
Anytime I try to write and fucking any and every time I try to flow,
Give me a semi-automatic and my family starts to panic,
God it's tragic, stop this flawless habit, hate that I'm a modest addict,
And I've never asked for much, looking back oh man it sucks,
Attract this lust, never been a fucking fan of this sadness stuff,
Always thinking about you, 'cause trying to forget didn't work,
And I'll say that shit out loud 'cause I don't need a written word,
Jesus, I wrote this piece to show all of the pieces of my heart left,
Before the little pieces become big diseases in the darkness.