Pretentious pretenses
Intent with defenses
I resent the ripping and tipping from me primping my start
Its at heart
My mark has been marked
My arms have been jarred
My thoughts have been barred
I seek out my stars in the night sky
Hoping to get by the shit I in-mourn
I feel foreign to the thoughts and hopes that come with cope
To the shots that won't unfold
To the chances for placid that won't hit home
One step at a time
The shoe could fit
Taking it day by day
And inching them in
Where to begin
And where does it end
Where to begin
And where does it end
I envision their decisions will crumble to mist
Cringing at the wants they enlist
Of the ones who want me to end
But time is a tale to old not to unfold
And my hope is it is to end yours
Where to begin and where does it end?
Every grief I speak is only temporary
Their synchronicity
Notice nauseating purpose buried
Hoping for chances to trick my state of mind
Dumb and blind
But their sights are out of mind
They're running out of time
Making a mist of their gist of a lie
See I was meant being of something great
And this ball and chain is only tipping my strength
I'll come ripping the gates
And shifting the lanes
And stripping their tanks
What has kept me at bay will be making me bank
What has made me insane will be dead in the grave
What I am keeping innate will fumble your grace
What I am keeping innate will humble your place
What I am keeping innate will finally find its place
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Pretentious pretenses
Intent with defenses
I resent the ripping and tipping from me primping my start
Its at heart
My mark has been marked
My arms have been jarred
My thoughts have been barred
I seek out my stars in the night sky
Hoping to get by the shit I in-mourn
I feel foreign to the thoughts and hopes that come with cope
To the shots that won't unfold
To the chances for placid that won't hit home
One step at a time
The shoe could fit
Taking it day by day
And inching them in
Where to begin
And where does it end
Where to begin
And where does it end
I envision their decisions will crumble to mist
Cringing at the wants they enlist
Of the ones who want me to end
But time is a tale to old not to unfold
And my hope is it is to end yours
Where to begin and where does it end?
Every grief I speak is only temporary
Their synchronicity
Notice nauseating purpose buried
Hoping for chances to trick my state of mind
Dumb and blind
But their sights are out of mind
They're running out of time
Making a mist of their gist of a lie
See I was meant being of something great
And this ball and chain is only tipping my strength
I'll come ripping the gates
And shifting the lanes
And stripping their tanks
What has kept me at bay will be making me bank
What has made me insane will be dead in the grave
What I am keeping innate will fumble your grace
What I am keeping innate will humble your place
What I am keeping innate will finally find its place
Intent with defenses
I resent the ripping and tipping from me primping my start
Its at heart
My mark has been marked
My arms have been jarred
My thoughts have been barred
I seek out my stars in the night sky
Hoping to get by the shit I in-mourn
I feel foreign to the thoughts and hopes that come with cope
To the shots that won't unfold
To the chances for placid that won't hit home
One step at a time
The shoe could fit
Taking it day by day
And inching them in
Where to begin
And where does it end
Where to begin
And where does it end
I envision their decisions will crumble to mist
Cringing at the wants they enlist
Of the ones who want me to end
But time is a tale to old not to unfold
And my hope is it is to end yours
Where to begin and where does it end?
Every grief I speak is only temporary
Their synchronicity
Notice nauseating purpose buried
Hoping for chances to trick my state of mind
Dumb and blind
But their sights are out of mind
They're running out of time
Making a mist of their gist of a lie
See I was meant being of something great
And this ball and chain is only tipping my strength
I'll come ripping the gates
And shifting the lanes
And stripping their tanks
What has kept me at bay will be making me bank
What has made me insane will be dead in the grave
What I am keeping innate will fumble your grace
What I am keeping innate will humble your place
What I am keeping innate will finally find its place