You couldn’t see it how I see my life from my perspective, memories recollecting, darkest
moments where my demons keep on intercepting, I think I’m good I’m just a good mess man I
couldn’t tell you where where my head is, try to level off and stay consistent, focused on living I
mean I’m really on a mission, should see the shoulder on my left I swear it’s burning wisdom,
but the angel on my right tells me to keep my eyes just on this vision. Wait. What where’d the
people go that said i wouldn’t? When I dropped out of uni they told me I was foolish? Who
picked me up when I was in my feelins? When I had dreams way too explicit to discuss the
meanings, can’t tell you everything just know the rope weren’t strong enough, kept waking up
and thinkin I ain’t dreaming long enough, watch how the mood changes, end to end with it gettin
happy it’s a new day, then mad because I broke into a fiver for some loose change, mood
swingin and it’s hittin harder every time it gets me, got nothin that can fill me every day I just feel
empty, am I the one that’s losing out? Am I the one who looks outside myself and views it like a
movie now? Do I enjoy the pain and entertainment? Am I the only one who sleeps in this bed
that lay I lay in? Cause someone’s snorin in it, had the map for exploring nature like one of

Dora’s missions, everybody let’s go just me and my personalities, happy mad and lovesick in
myself they all come after me, why is it I lose when my emotions start attacking me, I just let em
win passively.