at the ends of use

Who in the fuck said i wanted to return to u in a past life lost in time?

Roamin through the empty spaces tucked in the creases of my very own mind.

Poppin my bubbles of what I thought we were left in a memories fade.

Where in the hell did u get the idea that u could linger within the tears flowin untamed?

Touchin my face like u deserve to feel my expressions drownin with the lies as proof.

Rollin through the mind like a flash of lightning is what's been forgotten as the memory of u.

Slowly rollin back to the future where u said luv would be as real as untold sins.

The vague expressions used to draw me in to the thoughts of my own draggin u from within.

Did u really think you'd last in the absence of yrs goin without a single ounce of truth?

How would u envision me walkin away to the betrayal accepted as a moment of livin infused?

Wrap ur train of thought around if u were unable to step to the plate of what would truly occur.

I won't pretend to care if the line of crossin comes to trip ur lack of overused words slurred.

Down that river alone u will float face below the upside of bein shown set adrift.

Don't force the issue released bu hands holdin the ground u walk upon to sqaut ur shit.

For u to fade as a second comin in reverse lookin in my direction wantin another go around.

If u wind up in yesterday lingerin in the after effect duwe to the circumstance of silence findin a sound.

Don't blame a mo fo for washin the filth from the texture so it can be breathe at the ends of use.

Who in the fuck gave u the rule book of misuse to apply ur own personal page renewed?