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• Written by KarmaDiCuore
sick of feeling so alone
I got numbers call my phone
but its all people I've outgrown
doing me in my own zone
temper tantrums I am prone
but like to think I have grown
some days its hate im cold as stone
other days im on my throne
this life has got me thrown
im wondering too much like woah
I don't know really don't know
and the hardest pill to swallow
all the promises were hollow
and it don't help sit in sorrow
we might not be here tomorrow
wish I had a guide to follow
or a care that I could borrow
but I don't and it is almost
like it's foretold in the prophecies
and my apologies
if you're the type to wear a blindfold
but that is not a prob for me
sick of feeling so alone
need to grab the microphone
practice flows express my tone
and weeds the only way I've known
permanent state of stoned
it's the only state I own
around the world I go and roam
pretend im cool put on a show
feeling like nobody knows me
as every day passes it gets more lonely
and everybody says that they there but its mostly
niceties fake smiles safety nets and phonies
and that's okay way of the world progressing hella slowly
and I will carry on to make something out of old me
let me tell you something that will never be an oldie
Toxicity is never worth the people that controlled me
and life will never go how you think its supposed to be
that's the beauty of it, but its throwing me
that's the beauty of it, this mystery
but im ready now, ready to leave
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KarmaDiCuore
Member since August 17 2017