If only I knew What the Hell could be going on I swear on kirston's unborn soul I'd tell you. No hesitation, fuck the patience, I do this alone with my own mindset No compensation. If u ask me Im my own inspiration. My very own spitting image if success but What do I? Underestimate myself and sit the bobblehead of such a burden on the lowest shelf. Reminding others that Im the shit But remove the front with myself by stating the truth. It's like wanting the world to give you something back but then remembering gimme got shot. There's a point to life but I doubt I'd ever find it Bc my sentences only contain commas, jus a pause with no end. Fearing the fear of fear itself get me nowhere, and fearing the fear of replacement is just as bad. Fear just don't set right in my mind but yet here it is living in my heart. Sure born in August but the heart of a lion is What a lack. So busy keeping others spirits so high I leave mine dangling from a few strands of hope, faith and memory but sometimes forgetting. So maybe I really ain't shit. Who cares tho? Because your story ends the Same way it began. You were born alone, right? I think I've finally found my period.
