The real

I'm dreaming,At the wrong times
Not existing when I sleep
Moments of when my mother use to weep
Deep ties,So I'm knotted to everyone
Deep lies ,I ain't trusting anyone
Deep cries,From all my failed tries
Its fucked up when you qualify
But not worthy of a chance
No alibi for the stain on my jacket
No sun just rain for the roses
It's fucked up when gotta wonder where home is
We struggle then we climb into our coffins 

Comments

Cece22

this is very power

TalkinBoutTone

Thanks your comment is appreciated

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