I'm too broke to afford any more sorrow, i'm unfulfilled and feel more like my core's hollow. Don't steer this boat where the shore's shallow..Or risk your throat getting choked by them ropes in the foreign gallows.
I'm headed north but need more throttle, because my craft feels like a ship trapped in a corked bottle. the wind is calm but the storm follows..I'm writing Gore novels that'll touch your soul more than floor models...
So many disappointments, and missed appointments, and skidded knees, Skipper please get the ointment.
I've made some iffy choices and some risky maneuvers. forget the rumors even if they were true cause i'm not perfect..never said that i was. I'm captain blackout catching a buzz, left in the dust is how i feel now,
while peers aound me are real proud..
I'll kneal down and thank the clouds that i'm still 'round 'cause honestly i probably deserve less, even with this word sex freaking the heart beating in your chest.. Ive learned I've still much to grow. It doesn't mean much to me if it don't touch the soul because a wealth of the self you can't clutch or hold while tons sold their own for a bunch of gold. so what's your goal son? spread hate or let the love control? either way when your day comes, you're the one that goes