Satisfaction is not satisfactory as before And I abhor the fact that heart cracks Run through my veins like drug tracks Left in the veins of the begotten Im shot in and abused, used, and diffused from your heart And confused like a dart thrown by a blind with no hindsight Or known right, but left is just his outcome Like Malcolm in the middle I am riddled with heart strings torn by past flings And the ring of the song gongs a sour note Far from calm, with no alm to remedy the fact That this 60 jack Overlooked as a quack Only want to been by something more in between the lines of meaningful Never menial But to be seen by you Maybe its just my life journey To aimlessly search for worth concurrently.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 00:20:20 +0000