I wish I could tell ya what my problem is... Why I write​ so much off the wall crazy shit... Diggin into life like I've lost my fuckin mind... Well I did around about that lil ol one time... I never got it back for it never returned if I wasn't to lie... As there's something I want that I consider mine... Yet I cannot express what drives me to become someone better... Bcuz I cannot touch what I crave the most in an other... If I could jus speak freely for once the way I use to... Open up n tell the world the truth... Simply go back to bein who it is I am comin back to life... You'd prolly understand my reasons of why... I ain't got a moment to spare on someone else's so called luv... Yet the honesty few know as the depths of it is built on trust... Hidin within me behind lines of a different kinda me... One where I cannot look into the mirror for I know I'd luv to live the dream... I'm caught up in my own world without a filter to be used... Only thing I won't touch verbally is somethin u need not know till time accepts the truth... So ears hear me not speak with a tongue that might seem like it cares... My silence has taken me away from this place n I do not care. For I know what it is n it's rounding the bend... Comin back full force bcuz i know the meaning of the word friend... So until that moment when I collide with reality in effect... Ssh, the mental aspect of my secret is the only thing takin affect... U need not want the emotion I do not intend to give... For who I am is jus a tickle in ya rib... Waitin for my own to tell on me... As the days a comin where I to am free...