I made a locket with your picture, now it lives on the floor
It's not possible for me to take this stress anymore
My hands are bound and now tied, to this thought of goodbye
And I am working up the guts just to let you know why
It's been three long months since I picked up a pen
And my chicken scratch journal was questioning where I've been
I mean, now I know, fixing utter mental collapse
In the back of a mind state all developed by raps
-Soliloquy (Curtain Call), MikelWJ
My mind is a wasteland
Littered in thoughts that pollute
I can try to clean it up
But it comes back
Piling up
I can not take it
No one cares anyway
As I breath in the toxic air
It will never be right
The wind is foggy
The sky is an unnatural grey
As bad as this sounds
Bleeding makes things greener
And I have ran away
Hid in the ocean
I didn't expect to go below
The sea ground
