i'm sorry that you take it the way you take it when i make it the way i make it

and then i forget the white board so...
most of the time people wish that you'd just stop
this unprofessional profession
this world is such a grave disappointment
people are unknowingly jealous of me becuz of this artist way of life
they won't pay more attention
i hope it's reminiscent of my sentiment
my disgust, disdain n internalized shame about everything
i did an extra amt of bad cos i didn't know how to be good
am i knee deep in my rebellion
i don't feel much like all the people that surround me
i really hate everything that i do aside from what i do for you
we are almost there
my thoughts are more fun than those that are in whack
these people are so regimented cos they've been institutionalized for so long
those are my favorite kinda chords
sad n nostalgic, my absolute favorite
epic sadness of the entire world, propelling thru time n space
last time we went to whole foods we got this death glare from a trance! person *they musta perceived the Holy Spirit on me
i know this dude was possessed cos of how he was looking at me
identity obsession is a form of possession
i don't mean to take the Lord's Name in vain, i am catching myself now
we are not making progress but success