06-04-2014, 09:33 AM
This time it’s real, this time what I feel I no longer will conceal.
The loneliness is constant, the fear has stolen to many opportunities
the dark side of my mind, needs to see the light
the bright side of my mind, knows that I can’t make it right.
Throughout it you have these rhyme without reason things that dictate so much.
With chemicals, the pesticides for the pests of the mind, i would unwind
seeking the fastest route to the end of the line, to have a hell of a time,
You're getting drunk with rhyme and carried away.
The loneliness is constant, the fear has stolen to many opportunities
the dark side of my mind, needs to see the light
the bright side of my mind, knows that I can’t make it right.
Throughout it you have these rhyme without reason things that dictate so much.
With chemicals, the pesticides for the pests of the mind, i would unwind
seeking the fastest route to the end of the line, to have a hell of a time,
You're getting drunk with rhyme and carried away.