V1:It could be seconds till your death
Don’t be bitter what you did with your miserable life
when there’s less than a minute left
...The end is nigh but is it a test?
I better get this out tonight ‘fore I finish my breath
And it’s Best to separate yourself from pessimistic pests
*Just in case today’s the day the grim reaper collects
Sleeping in my bed, and Never getting rest
Not on the winning team I guess I can’t live in peace
ill reach heaven
I Just have to catch my second wind first
They said fake it to make but I’m no pretender
A faceless form that stays indoors no one remembers
Hot like a pot boiling with the chefs temper
At the center of my life looking at the end -
but Ive a sense I was sent this for my sense of adventure
So Take all of your outer anger and direct it in-
Just Like the transgressions of regretful sex offenders

Blast this pen! Blast this wretched wretched pen! It never Takes me to places I’ve never been..
Or makes me some better friends
No escape from the web it spins
The devastation of every bridge left me in the hellish den.
It plays with me and never lets me win,
using music as my medicine.
it makes me feel better than these beverages or sedatives ever did, man.

Still doing what they said I can’t whenever I can

V2:
i should be better than this mess
head is cluttered like the piles of letters that I need shredded on my desk.
Wish that I could use my relevance to measure my success
Probably could have suffocated if I’d ever held my breath
But uh...Too many edits to my text
I should leave in cause People all can see that I’m a wreck
I realized, I’m No better than this dread of life or death.
It feels like I might never find my best, but I digress
'Cause I’m fine with that, I’ll find it back from where I get left. ..
Tried to bide my time but now the vibe is dead
(I was)
Holding back, when I should let it off my chest
The weathers never been as awful and I’ll bet our stop is next.

Blast this pen! Blast this wretched wretched pen! It never Takes me to places I’ve never been..
Or makes me some better friends
No escape from the web it spins
The devastation of every bridge left me in the hellish den.
It plays with me and never lets me win,
using music as my medicine.
it makes me feel better than these beverages or sedatives ever did, man.

Still doing what they said I can’t