I do more with less You do less with stress Hitting me up asking for favors, and now you finally attest: The struggle to make art with the day to day grind Can be a bit much for your broke down, feeble and weary mind But either you make time or you make nothing I can tell you're bluffing you already know it's never enough And well, i always have the last laugh, and You shouldn't throw stones when you live in a pile of broken glass I type out words, wondering what it even means Keep going until i spit blood on a broken crt screen It's about time I been unraveling out the pieces of my mind onto a billion sheets of paper Now i feel like i'm finally ready to get to work with this pile of razors Whenever i find myself back in this old situation It's never gonna be this abrasive again I keep telling myself that But then i wind up killing all these new cats Here we go arms outstretched A vulture on the breeze You can say whatever you want That doesn't mean it can touch me Take me or bereave me Take me or leave me You were right I was never that interested You were a simpleton subtracting from everything A student with no regard for the lessons The stresses you invoke were self prescribed I'm the zombie, you're just a corpse, either way, i'm still alive You can't comprehend my methods or my madness The fact of the matter is, you bring those around you nothing but sadness The badness? it's not contagious Don't mistake your self destructive streak for being courageous You're a fucking failure On so many different levels I'm the idiot for thinking I could help you escape your host of devils It's alright, though I'm finally coming back to my senses By realizing i'll never help you escape the weight of your of your offenses I weep for your seeds, the fact they came from an orchard of wilting trees I hope they can grow up, escape the hereditary disease We'll see how it goes, your a broken branch that never grows I'm the first time your story has been put to anything with artistic merit to show Let me know whenever you are ready to say you're sorry I'll be waiting to tell you that i told you so The fact of hte matter is, i was your only friend through thick and thin And you burned another bridge and I'm so greatful you finally did A noose around your neck is not an albatross around mine I just wish now i could reclaim some of my lost time It's gonna be fine, i mean at least on my end it finally is You are just one example of me shedding some sort of silly kid Who never learns See that in the sky? You're just ashes
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