Slanging Kryptonite In Metropolis
 

Can't explain shit, change it, live with the shame...shit
back to the same shit, ain't shit, whole life ain't made shit
caused pain without showing the love I really felt
I thought saying it enough times would really help
I'm, killing myself looking in the mirror knowing who I am
all the problems I been causing I only owe it to who I am
were the lies real, the truth had it's lines blurred
no matter how much I'm sure, she'd understand only if I was her
seeing it from my point of view when you really don't own shit
borderline homeless, antisocial to the point I don't know what "homes" is
sick to my core not knowing why I held that positionin' for
all I left was a cold chip to your shoulder when I'm hittin' the door
trying to fix the foundation you broke in your absence
blaming what's going on now with unspoken past-tense
a lump of coal lumps my soul to the point my tears are uncontrolled
to further speak on it is just stuff she's never gonna know...
thought I could be what I never knew, for lack of better truths
misguided emotions, mixed messages cause bars of the federal
lack of better use, I'll never see the world how I used to....





tbc

yea

were the lies real, the truth had it's lines blurred
no matter how much I'm sure, she'd understand only if I was her


That line was fucking real.

Reverberated with me, maybe because I'm trying to understand women better atm.

Good job tbc.