Sometimes...

I feel so constricted, like Somethin's Missin,

My notebook's blank I can feel my hands Twitchin,

I try to write from experience but I've Surpassed Fiction,

I used to walk down the Path and Laugh at Victims,

But the stress got my own lungs Itchin Inside,

Used to doodle with virtues now I'm Switchin The Sides,

Turnin Tables and seeing the future Pitchin Pickup Lines,

She walked in like an angel Rinsed With Light,

With no Sin in Sight, I could see It In the Eyes,

I started to sharpen my Wit and Insight,

To try to impress this blonde bombshell she was Wicked Alright,

The enchantress from across town that Glistened at Night,

Our times shared Mixed and Tied,

But she couldn't compromise she had feelings Mixed Inside,

I was just the Quick Fix to get By,

I guess Commitment had Died This just Wasn't The Time,

And so I fell again only to come back Numbin my Mind,

I stayed in my room for an eternity Running the Lines,

Acting out failed fantasies imagining Touchin Her Sides,

You used to call me on my cellphone now I'm Cussin at Life,

The weekends no misery for a Mutt In the Fight,

So I started Chuggin the Sky Clutchin the Mic,

To try to finally rip out that thing that Rustles Inside,

My Heart so restless pounding like Thunder in Skies,

Strong as ever, not even death could Crumble This Pride,