back to the one within...

i was lettin go n didn't know what i was doin... life in its own seemed unable to know where it was goin... evolving back into self after so long i was unfamiliar with what needed to be done... fed up with the way relations felt as so alone n on the run... all i knew was i jus wanted to go the fuck home... as the heart fled from my wants back to needs on the roam... tears fell as friendships faded... but ain't we all felt a level of frustration traded.?. as the looking for who it was i needed refused to participation within relations coming to terms... lost in a world bcuz i had forgotten who i was as if i couldn't learn...  so drunk i lay im bed drifting on what letters to push... without the feel of a comfort to hold words falling into place as if diddles wrote in an empty book... life twisted with a disaster claimed beneath the facial expressions changed... losing the depths of reason it took to call out ones name... redirecting worth to a mirror the felt every once of betrayals torque... cutting the talk from the walk that made more sense to snip the chords... loosing the affect saddened songs had on the hearts feel... i remember what it felt like to get back to the one within that remained real...