I'm trying

But does it matter

I don't care

Gutter water

Yeah

Nothing more

Smile

For what?

Seriously whyyyyy

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Do I have the right

Privileged

Incomplete thoughts

Cant make coherent sentences

Don't know how to speak

Even after reading for all my life

What should i write

Break myself

Over what

No clue

Cigarettes don't help

Addictions to ideas and greatness in my mind

Translation and flow and classrooms

There's no change only a putrid sewer that I see looking back at myself

What do I tell them, I couldn't handle it

Just became a fat slob of farting shit

Ban me, tear it apart, reality doesn't exist

Let me preach, listen

It doesn't matter, really doesn't

You and me are bound to it, dont resist

Because there's place to point your resistance towards

Words are cgeap copies of those written by the giants eons ago

Yeah they are all fallacies but does it matter

Sleeeeeeeep keeps wiping it away