It's Over (My Secret Sin)

It’s over, It’s over I hate it when it’s like this But it’s over, It’s over I hate it that it’s like this But it’s over My success is stress Whether I see forth fit My chance to exhibit a new exhibition Pivoting a broken tradition My pen and pad The only utensils to accompany me on this expedition Put my life in words, day by day Now in the verdict, you can feel my pain Gave you tragedy after tragedy Disaster after triumph, conceal my shame I’m rushing this book, cause I’ve been sitting here Coping and pasting material to paper Scratching my head, when thoughts vanish like vapor To withstand my span with writing I put it together like thunder and lightning Worrying faces, plea bargain hurrying cases Walking down Forsyth Got me desperate for that life “Like” Lost tears as they bury your peers Another freeway accident Times like those We see our seat belts and attempt to fasten it Shed the possibility Of becoming dead by not accepting reality I hate it when it’s like this But it’s over, it’s over I hate it when it’s like this But it’s over, it’s over