Blood with out the diamonds.
Thoughts without the memories.
Fear with out a cause.
Violence without an action.
Lets say fault because we are reacting from initiation.
Moody cause others lie.
Outlier cause their different.
Acceptance because we are equal.
It doesn’t have to be.
This fight is not worth it.
The thirst for blood took my soul.
Hard fought yeah that’s always apart of battles.
No battle thats hard fought is a lost.
Only in the mind of the beholder the truth lies.
What’s talent ?
I just see the Bare minimum.
Failure is a routine for the regular.
Im not immuned.
Can I be out of this world with my insight ?
I fear none, not even fear itself.
Where my heart lies I can’t elaborate on.
I’m looking up.
Does it feel good to be on top ?
So i take second place keep my hunger on one, waiting for my time.
I don’t take chances.
I’m not second rate.
I’m just on a different level.
All by my seldom.
Well, at least I have my freedom.
The opposite sex tends to come and go.
Don’t worry about memories.
They drift back and forth.
So at least I got something to grab onto here and there.
I still have the urge for something real.
I’m rich with knowledge.
But, karma was a b*tch.
I remember when she was my b*tch.
Now she’s close to be that b*tch.
All by her lonesome.
Now I’m here all on my own.