I tend to be a bit of an Emily Dickensnn and not name anything, pure laziness tbh I think she did it for a mystical effect of coolness and originality, I just think labelling a piece is like trying to condense all your hard work in to like one word and I talk way too much so I find it bourder line impossible :P

Any way.....

preliminary thought circle my brain,

Corrosive and then violent,

They're driving my insane,

Rip rattle scratch!

And they tear their way out.

And the only way they exits through the system of my mouth.....I say,

I like you,

Might be simple - hope not heard,

So much fucking struggle to avoid a simple word,

My heart is made of stone,

And I've grown a second skin,

I never wrote a love song bare with me whilst I sing,

You tore me up and you spit me out but I let you go,

And I'll never forgive myself,

The days went on the clock started to melt,

And it's really hard to ignore the way that I felt
internal bleeding call 911
just my heart tired of fighting what I've done
I know it's too late, our timeless memories
deteriorate
our time is ticking and you've started a new just give me time to lick my wounds
regret is taken over,
and the teas might start to fall,
they say times a healing but can you heal stone?
every heart I draw I break it every smile and laugh I faked it.


So make it stop
this rhythm cannot
stop the beating in my ear its like a snare drum
rip rap rattling fear
A-list Play list going through my mind
written words i just could not find

flip the track its scratched I've heard it before its like a CD on repeat
hit your head against the floor
...if you think it helped then do it some more
its basic sadness played over again
I'm hot like fires putting paper to pen
Yeah I got the rhythmic vibe,
I think you know that there's nothing to hide

Look back years see a smile in the distance in looks weird to see that world


this rap song, love lament, because I'll never love another till my heart content
is the memoirs....
Memoirs of a broken hearted girl.