I feel so self conscious,

Why do i even wanna go ahead and make progress

Full of loose fests.


Never makin' it, that's it. 

Pack up and leave

Never look back, just take the word of the voice that hurts all noise

Doesn't let you get to what hurts most.

A world that can't transgress,

Or a boy who can't progress.

Loveless, lifeless

Till i get to the page and give stress

That's how I go from homeless

To undress

the Soul

Circle Pantoom ►


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