All the things come back to you
• Written by Scav
you see
i don't deserve half the praise that i get
i'm just a guy who gave his one hundred percent,
anyone could've willpowereded through this shit in their lives,
now i'm sitting here and blaring these songs and vibes
that
remind me of the past and the moments of choice
the coulds and wouldn't's ring in my head as a constant noice
telling me
i'm a disgrace with a lack of attitude to decide
and differentiate between what i want and what is right.
the stoicism i came to adore
is eating me right from the core,
but i've been
doing the right things all along,
i guess there're no such things as right or wrong,
because in
the end it all comes back to you and you wish you could
relive and seize the moments you owned but screwed,
fuck it
kill the torment by drinking till you're stewed,
ride that bike wishing a car gets you glued
to a wall
turning your head into palpable foam
maybe then i'll understand how to roam
my mind first before deciding what's right
and leaving myself cursed
by wishing time reversed,
but no, i chained myself to glare at past's dimming light
in hopes of rekindling the things that once were bright
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Scav
Member since August 25 2016