when i lose appetites a beat, preferably grimey, has wanting to speak even into the unknown futures aren't predicted despite what our foundation had laid on I'm lost despite I know where i missed it regather, like a nomad looking past after his dinner, wondering how to build above brain matter I tried to wonder way past that bang’s blast To the origins But I only want to know where the tracks that send Me into the style called happiness It’s a trap, I’ve only held it for a split second Before I relapse and let collapse tear threw my mid section So I withdrawal, more ways than one You’d think you’d know the outcome Still, I have more chin than anyone wanting to give in I’ve prayed, but only myself I’m believing That can turn corners, never cut I’ve tried that once, my wrists still allow me to portray This heart felt touch Like a kiss or a look back like this is that and this is what I thought as much
_____________________________________ No need to get my mental status cold stressin