Ticking every noted column
Corrections were never taken into consideration
Mumble at my low level scheme
Bridging labour and failure
How does it seem?
Ravaging in that low self esteem
Haggard as it looked
With so much intelligent!
What do I see?
Dirt underneath my feet
Never struggled to eat
All lane lead to the bin
With so much to eat
Wondering what could have happened?
Remained mysteries even to his mistress
Constant suggestions won't tackle this mess up
Rushing in and out
Crumbling the truth in his eyes
Always been the clenched fist
All dream that never lasted
Was there suppose to be a scene?
Compose by changing grace?
Ranging from hidden lies to breaking the ice
Why wasn't I left to die?
