writing again

where's my hoody at, im trying to hide from the world

ear's bleeding from the cries of a girl

see the thoughts in my mind have just swirled, into a cyclone

mismatching every memory that ive known

im grown, but yet still weak as a kid

sometimes we wish we could relive,

every moment that passed us

every smile eclipsed, by the questions that you ask us

thats just

how fucking cookie's gotta crumble nowadays

none of my troubles will fade away, if i get paid

and thats "IF"

MORE insecurity

shouldering the burden of YOUR insecurity

Purity.

is what I strive for

I feel what everybody else feels, times four

I'm everybody else's shield, and my own sword

I'll help you all out, but what's MY soul for?