True

Everyone knows I’m full of shit,

Except for who knows I’m true

Everyone thinks I’m gonna quit

Except for those that know how I do
it’s a little bit inside of it, y’all don’t know what I’m trying to quit, your mind just won’t abide this shit, I’m a lot and not just a little bit
Unsure, uncured, not pure, so much wrong in my long sentence of unrepentant dependency, I try to look and I just can not begin to see, this virus inside of my brain is like John Wick come to cause pain, to exact revenge, to attack and not defend what has no worth since birth, my life was meant to be over but I have an eternal four-leaf-clover guiding my heart, I’m not creating, I’m riding this art, I don’t end because I can’t step from the start, it’s too easy I don’t care if it’s hard for the real and unmeasured, you think you’re gold but you’re not treasured, just junk rusting on the side of a highway, you go yours and I’ll go my way, don’t try to tell me or sell me your value, I don’t care and I won’t share what I can do, I get up and hot, then I get blue and too sad, I’m living through the ramifications of the bad, the dramatization of what I had and what I lost, my price paid and the cost is so damn high,
So why am I,

Why even try,

Why would I lie,
I don’t even care if you believe me,

Everything good always leaves me

And when I’m gone

Nobody’s gonna grieve me

So don’t tell me that you need me

I won’t let you come and bleed me
I don’t have anything left

So I gotta get right

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