I had to separate myself from the irresponsibility.
It don’t mean you man value at any less to me
But I don’t wanna waste my week
Just looking forward to Saturdee.
I got ambition
I got things I want to be and
Want to see.
I don’t just wanna trot through life dizzily,
Clumsily, gripping to instancy
And suffering wilfully.
I wanna learn things, earn things
Not just crown top billers degree.
And quite happily, I could sit around
But I’ve found it regresses me, viscously.
Every night I thought I’d had an epiphany
But I’d wake up with forgotten memory.
Embarrassed, I’d lost my dignity.
My tummy turning, hungover acidity and I was
Sulking through every day, unhappily.
My fingers got sticky, and I lost a lot of sympathy;
Caught getting my dinner on CCTV.
I was looking for balance
But only got asymmetry.
Consistently running with stupidity.
Initially my words was poetry
Then they become explicit predictability.
I lost my originality and
I lay in bed until noon just day dreaming.
Then the moon came down and
I went out causing chaos publicly.
Drank like a fish and my lips kissed promiscuously,
Fighting on the bus, living irritably
I was provoked easily with
And I poured anything down me, religiously.
Always running from my indignity,
I was myself but artificially,
Persistently unsatisfactory and
Ceaselessly failing miserably
With my hardship proclivity.
But I don’t just want to be another waisted youth epitome
And I’ve got resiliency
So watch me turn my life around three sixty.
Free myself from this mental captivity,
Decondition my delinquency
And rejection of divinity.
I love you all unconditionally
But I need this time for me…
By Lyric Deep.