You don’t know
How I feel
You just know
That I hurt
Putting on a smile
Like I put on
A shirt
Dying inside
Like my body
Is a hearse
Buried in
My mind
Yea my thoughts
Are the dirt
And it’s crazy
How you don’t
Know sh*t
Stuck in reality
Til you hit the
Gear shift
Working out
My problems
Like I’m sitting
In the gym
You say I’m
A diamond in
The rough
B*tch I wanna
Be a jem
But no
You tell me
Life is a b*tch
Like you were
Sitting in the
Light then a
N*gga hit a switch
Body cut up
But I don’t
Need a stitch
Smoking all this
Green like a
N*gga is a witch
But no
You just tell
Me straight lies
My head heated up
All I wanna
Do is cry
Tears fallen down
Like rain from
The sky
Yet you never
See a rainbow
Float by
So
Tell me why
Is the world
So cruel
You gotta
Dive into life
Like you goen
To the pool
You know that
Your smart
But your labeled
As a fool
It’s so f*cked up
Here sit on a stool
And let me
Tell you right now
Don’t drool
Stupidity has no limits
Your either know
Where to start
Or you never
Quite finish
Your turd on world
Nah
Ta be nice
Your a blemish
So to sum it
All up
To be happy
Be livid
Nah
F*ck this
I don’t need
Limitations
All you wanna
Do is play games
Playstation
Tryna talk through
My life I
Don’t need
Conversation
If you wanna
Talk about sh*t
Betta make a
Reservation
But please don’t be mad
Cuz there will
Be complications
I can wish upon
A star and
Just hope it
To come true
But that fallen
Star won’t go far
It lives and
Dies too
You ask for
Answers but why
They lie too
And you want
Them so fast
Like hey ?
Hit the drive thru
It’s quick just
Slide thru
I swear I swear I swear
Like who would
I lie too
You know I
Have pride too
But to clean it
All up hey
I have tide dude
Nah f*ck this
Cuz they’ll
Overlook it
They say never
Judge a book
By it’s cover
So you just
Looked in
Then you
Kicked it to
The curb
Never quite
Knowing what to do
Like phenias and Ferb
And then said
Life is quite f*cked
But hey it’s still
Superb
Cuz
You don’t know
How I feel
You just know
That I hurt
Putting on a smile
Like I put on
A shirt
Dying inside
Like my body
Is a hearse
Buried in
My mind
Yea my thoughts
Are the dirt
I speak from
The truth so
At least my
Words work
And if you don’t
Believe me
I don’t care if
You go kirk
Creating art or something beautiful makes you more fulfilled as a person than they can ever be, because they’re caught up in what they hate rather than what they love.
- Andy Beirsack