Pain As a Hobby I

Pain as a Hobby Parts I-IX Written by Tavarus M. Moreland Copyright 2010. All rights reserved Sorry Yulli, it was little unfair to suggest the title You’re only 23 but I promise to leave room Heck by that time, I was on my 4th heartbreak Walking on one of the girl of my dreams fulfilling Other guys dreams! I can do this in my sleep Pain as a hobby I don’t even feel it no more My tear ducts have ran out of their supply Instead it drips on my heart And leaks through my finger tips Too much water the ink smudges against the pad When my first major commitment Accuses me of physical abuse but she forgot She was the one hitting me in the face in a car while We are driving on an expressway going sixty miles per hour I’m not snitching but I would have needed stitches if I didn’t block the blows, or worse we could be dead. What time is it? Set your alarm To Tavarus’oclock I own your time now Because I’m about to go off O, mama how we forget O, now I’m the vindictive liar Because I wrote a book exposing the truth Truth, amazing how people run from it. Somehow they remember themselves being completely innocent. Anything you attempt to use against me I can just turn it around Call it alchemy but words are my metal I can turn and bend them with my mind or use them however I feel But, “Tavarus aren’t you a Christian” Sorry again, it’s not as easy as you want it to be. But Tavarus is Tavarus and Christ is Christ and There is a big difference in between Why don’t you give it a try since you have an opinion Instead of trying to criticize So before you think I have some screws loose Just imagine yourself going through what I went through I’m a pain expert, I can teach you want not to do My word processor can’t handle all my colloquial but it really can’t keep up with My soul and my mind and my heart. But I’m winning this race