My will is free, my will is good
But my will is misunderstood
I abstain, I know I should
Still say no even though I could
You see strength, no wobble to wood
I show strength, brutal plant where stood
But I cry when the door shuts
Silly words become blunt cuts
Something wrong with me
Been mismatched since such and such
Destructive simply just at touch
That’s why you’re totally obliterated
Because I don’t just brush I clutch
I held you so close you disintegrated
Soul searcher, have you found it yet?
But I tell you now, my soul ain’t set
A floating jet that’s hardly met
But I close my eyes, tonight
And it climbs the bedroom plaster
I peep a slow open but it’s faster
Just slave and master
And I don’t know who’s harsher
Am I the chicken? Or the egg?
What’s shagged my nut so hard
I’m fucked inside the head?
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 