Life has a way of throwing curve balls
I can’t live in a house where no one respects me
so I live in a place where nothing affects me
while its a sin dropped like paralyzed grins
My mouth is in the gutter next to the trash bin
this is for the people that we forgot and the has beens
I didn’t know the talk this way could make things happen
please understand I don’t know what I mean
I just know I have the means to use words to regret
some leave wounds that I’ll never forget
Getting yelled at has always been the way they talk to me
still jumping subjects like fences honorably
They want to me to forgive but I can’t let it go
for I know what I did.
How long can you throw salt on your wounds
and realize your time is gone soon.
This is the grave we dig while you’ve equated yourself to a swine
or a pig this is life show respect by giving tobacco cigs
Thrown down because I don’t no the penalty
and I don’t think I will learn it this century
This isn’t a friend and the way life was thought of
but I guess nowadays your thought to sell like a product
Can you really be making the same mistakes over
and if you weren’t drunk you’d probably make them sober
So now my talking is overrated and this choice I’ve made I’ve hated
Can’t turn back the past so I sit with my regrets and get creative
Thinking to myself if I would have made it or lost the only soul I feel kindred with
but only to get irritated with the decisions I make
All because my tongue I hate
or the sun it bakes down on the back
of a mind thats lost its tracks
Sometimes wondering if they’ll cut me some slack
and never understood why I never looked back
so in the end I hold myself and the guilt to go pitch black
and rue the day the water to the pail cracked
leaving me speechless
while users are sucking my blood like leeches
while the contract of friendships and relationship are bleached with
trying to escape to the island so I can find where the beach is
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