Distract And Digress

these times are sick it's like living a fiction

written by the worst author there is

here is another shitty chapter in which we all drown

justify digression or fucking don't

I could never be like you - your time is running out

unless the bill gets paid

the way you play your cards wrong

I am done of explaining myself to you

and the reasons that are yet to unfold

I need a time of my own

a part of you, a part of me

but we are still like different species

I could never be like you - your time is running out

and the righteous people burn

but we fall behind - how can it be like this?

sometimes I feel like I could tear every mountain apart

enough to make the skies crumble

the way you play your cards wrong

I am done of explaining myself to you

and the reasons that are yet to unfold I need a time of my own

the righteous people burn

but we fall behind