I make fantastic
When I’m broken
So what’s in the way
Of my joy pursuit?
I snap my best
When I dig for truth
I’m under no illusion
I fester in the clarity
I just can’t do it
Happily
I found it once
Followed a hunch
Relished a bunch
Lost it at the slightest crunch
Because I lack the skills
It takes
To enjoy with no stakes
So I chase that break
And then I make
The kind of things
People don’t forget
But when I shut that door
Search for more
I’m eaten by my regret
Why didn’t I do it that way?
Was that really the right thing to say?
What possessed me to turn up like that?
I expected a standing ovation
But all’s I got was sat
And sit I did
Flipped my lid
Ruined something
That could’ve been
Rather radical
What I can do’s been did
And once it’s done
It’s shit
You know me
The high’s drop comes quick
It ain’t gradual
That pen’s been dry a while now
Let me incite a vile row
And wet the tip as I exercise
My stardom
You’ll praise, kiss arse
Compliment, and fast
Until I ask
Your fucking pardon?
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 