Trapped In My Mind; Still Wylin' Cause I'm Young

I just had to get rid of this nostalgia before I start my new life with the one I love. Wait, I mean, Love.

I’m not sure why,
but I care. To Share,
caught myself staring
a little too often to mention.
You were staring too though,
or was it attention deficit?

In that case, we’re one in the same.
Vaguely remember how you sounded
when you were calling my name
and it wasn’t too frequent,
but it’s not that I’m lame,
it’s just an awkward situation;
Oh, the games that I’ve played…

This is nothing,
much different than what you could’ve been.
Am I innocent?
Gotta ask yourself.
Tried to rekindle it,
but after remembering
how that flame faintly flickered in the spotlight
way back when,
I realized that I can’t even be your friend.
But you were down for it all,
or was that one sight,
and from the other side
you conversed with me out of spite?

What could’ve happened
if I wasn’t born left-handed?
Just the type that I like
and I can’t stand it.
I’m leaving these thoughts
on park benches to be stranded
and I hope no one is mad at me.

I’ve got so many thoughts,
I should buy a tank.
So many clouds surrounding,
don’t know how I could sink.
And people act like I’m the first
to move without a job.
I’m only 20 years old though,
it’s not a problem.

Lie right to my face
so I know it’s real.
Let me make mistakes,
just don’t let overkill occur.
Been hurt; been heard that before
with that ignorant bliss
attracting her. I hope it’s healing.
Are you feeling everything that I feel?
And you wonder why I don’t focus on a meal
or a mill.
I’m dealing with all this life shit, still.

For the rulers of lotus,
I wrote this…

Now you’re dancing with the devil
and don’t know where you are,
but you know where you are.
You’re with a triple entendre,
don’t even ask me how.

Understand karma and take the risk,
but trust me…
you wanna be high for this.
So you’re going hard on it,
don’t lie…
and don’t try to pretend that you aren’t.
But once it leaves then it’s gone…

It was hard enough,
but you put all your trust
into the wrong hands.
The wrong man was given a chance.
So now you’ve gotta ask yourself,
was it all worth it?

Yes…
Yes…
Yes…

For the rulers of lotus,
I wrote this…

Once you cease to believe in time and begin living in moments, life shall become much more enjoyable. Every moment is a memory and every memory is love. Love life and remain positive.

Gone in an instant,
reacting like an infant,
with infinite possible destinations.
You were just right here
and now you’ve left so quick.
I’d get sick,
if only I weren’t already…

We don’t go steady.
We don’t even speak.
Every time you run through my mind
you leave. How typical…
Cryptic as I wanna be,
fiending for medicinal aid,
but I can’t pay
to have someone help me
because I keep giving my heart
and you leave, with everything.

Life is nothing but a damsel in distress
and we’ve created this mess
to hear her screams bleed through the walls,
causing the halls
to become as hollow as our chest.

Beat death by genetic defect,
then pop a pill in satisfaction
for dramatic effect.
You’re not living correct
if you’re not living at all,
just beware of withdraws.

I don’t know what to expect
when I pick up these thumbs.
All I know is it’s fun.
Laugh at the damage I’ve done,
watch that cape burn in the sun,
then view the innocent spasm
when they read all of my regrets,
unknowingly.

Hopefully you’re accepting of facts,
we’re going nowhere fast,
reaching the climax
as I usher in another set of stats
from the past.

My last feature opportunity
was passed on.
Real rebels roll alone.
Is that wrong?
Mask on, only to hide the beauty
of this beast.
When that’s gone
I cover up with a fast palm to the face;
fingers vanish at rapid pace
and I just want to erase
my last songs.

Now tell me,
how do you want to be remembered?

Put it on your blog.