i'll rhyme the lines
car crash. ask why.
try living a lie
soon to be, never was.
we'll see, just because.
time ticks, clicks with
a simple beat that won't miss.
riddled rhythms don't win
they never will, they just spin.
wrap your head around this
i wrote a long list, called loveless
and it seems to me, you're on it
you're off it
you're on it
stay off it
they say don't quit
but hope did.
its just another long lived
drawn out dying flame that i thought God lit.
but in the end, that's the point
that there's an end.
whats left to mend?
it's pointless
it's just a mess.
so what's left?
time to rest
rest my body
my heart, my soul
before i go back, back to the old
or if the old comes back,
i can't help but question the fact
the fact that's now a trap.
we might just be a mismatch
