As I sit before this box marked what’s on your mind,
With few keystrokes on my pocket wanting they would actually rhyme,
My moralities battle bout this limbo of identity I am stuck-in'
One suggests to seek change while other says just bring the best of me and quit bitchin'
These internet, these movies persuade me for a clean slate,
But its not pragmatic when u got too much on your plate,
And tonight I will exhale all the bad in a long big sigh,
Build my own way no matter of the passersby
And I thinks its human to feel low and I might be here again
But I will keep my head up and try to act cent percent sane
Until I see, through this misty haze
and find my out of this never ending maze
For myself and the ones that been with me all along
Not its going to let a bad day fuck me, alright that’s it, its my song.
