Grief

aint a man aloud to grieve

conscience bearing down on me

aint nothing special about me

nothing profound here to see

just take some time to breathe

Something in us it was born

consequently I no more.

It's a curious point of view

to hollow out the sense of view

Something sacred must be found

Can't everything be so special now?

cant you get a grip on yourself?

do you ever see your thoughts through?

ever try to be something new?

Get a fucking grip on yourself

Get your shit together

Release your frail ego

Don't be so precious anyhow

Can't everything be so special now?

cant you get a grip on yourself?

do you ever see your thoughts through?

ever try to be something new?

Get a fucking grip on yourself

Get your shit together

Release your frail ego

Don't be so precious anyhow