Phase
He doesn't expect anyone to understand his choice
Like autumn leaves he prefer's to fall
Pouring this drink like your love because it's never enough
Sitting in solitude just to find the solid truth
Two hearts different paths reverse roles and a bloodybath
The world is already hard so living he's been thinking twice
Put him on ice for ages before he has a meltdown
For no mother would want to see that part of her son
Sweet dream's that left you with bitter taste
Clear day's that's now replaced with eternal haze
Like a phase of hate you're just waiting for that chance to change
Whether it's good or bad in this storm that should end it all.
Copyright © Kevon Worrell | Year Posted 2022
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