it's gettin old

Seduced by lifes lies of happiness before the eyes that doesnt have xray vision claimin mine.
With the same stare in the mirror that's so familiar I jus can't seem to care bout a tear.
N everytime I try to depend on someone my reflections shakin his fuckin head like I'm blind.
Guess this time around I should be fine but my minds wrapped around the obstacles I gotta climb.
Alone n battlin a war without a chord to these words so rhythmless as i pour out my core in tour.
I'm headed up hill no matter what n I'm fucked in or outside a lil fuckin thing called luv.
I'm tired of waitin on someone else to have their end wantin to be felt when in life is where I need the help.
It's gettin old to say the least cuz the beast inside is bout three ticks away from bein released.
Yeah I'm close to roastin the b.s. down with my climatic dick hose n keep it in the roll.
I jus aint hit time for the half Steppin Trippin my own two feet gettin to where I need be.
Cuz a hand lent is a grip Squeezin progress with a twist held in for what wants to feel the shape of my lips.
Tellin the truth of what it's gonna take, so make it happen cuz it's a lil to late for this shit to stay the same.
Over n over I keep Hearin Pete n repeat feedin me fake drips that leak incomplete on my tastebuds plead.
Yet once again it's the man in me bendin to an others flaws cuz I'm the only one who can stand up n thinkin, damn?