I'm all hot and bothered. Infuriated at what's set in front of me. Can't fathom the last days of good memories 'cus whatever's been fogged on, has been fogged on Me. Chance after chance I proposed to you. And for a split second I thought that Love had dawned on you. Fuck all these expectations and false accusations. Fuck the principles of Cupid's intuition, he never served a purpose. To me, he's pretty much a piece of bullshit... Then again, I shouldn't be mad at Him. I should be mad at Myself for even BELIEVING...
Shit gets overwhelming at times when you gotta juggle several things all at once. The last thing you need is someone telling you that you're something you're not. It's nearly inevitable. I'm surrounded by ignorant bastards every step I take. It's like absolute vulnerability in a ocean full of chaos and not a damn person's tryna find common ground. Deeply disappointed at these assholes (those who are mentally wealthy, but never seem to share it.) Never do they feed the needy with Knowledge or anyone that lacks it. Fuck this bullshit.
My hands feel contaminated & my mind's a little disoriented. Nothing's feeding my soul these days. It's like I'm runnin' half passed empty with 498105954 more miles to go. Pushin', but I'm strugglin while I'm at it. I hate it, and shit, I'm gettin pissed just talkin about it.
