Conversations

Feel, cry, let your brain be filled with sorrow
Fight, hate, bite, you don’t need to swallow
Trust in myself, I’ve left all that medicines
Into my world I have lost all the things I once loved

Take it all and throw it all away
Make it by yourself we’re all insane
Conversations running on my head
Will I be ready for

Dig, Dive, in all that holes you help to build in
Your heart hurt by someone else’s feelings
That stone you put in your past is blocking future
Cold as I am used to being called does help me breathing

Cease to smoke, dont’be drunk in front of
Your loved ones, that’s the councils we just
Don’t need, searching your peace I got my hell
We still got the night ahead for your precious spechees