i was starting to shake from the days i’ve been up. there’s a lot on my plate and the ones i loved stopped answering. they left me to find myself in my own hate. i work all alone with a cynical taste and the day i get out is the day i’ll be made. i was cut out of stone and carved with a blade. head down with all of my hardships. there’s nothing too strong that i can’t face. don’t stop ’till you finally have it. it should be more like a habit.
â€¨come down; all the fighting’s over. i let you breathe your own air. i will set my arms down in a corner. when i turn around, you will tell me how you’re up now from your dream of clovers. said, not a thing will compare to the sense you give me and disorder when you turn around and i can’t breathe.
â€¨there wasn’t a trace of the war letting up and the days went on late; i struggled and i fell to solid ground. it led me to my escape. now, here i am outside of your gate. i was hoping you could..
well, i came to say sorry. i shouldn’t have left, but my bitterness got to me before you did and now i’m laying in gardens where we start over again. i know that you got me and this is it.