Mind at a ramble,
When I scramble every thought of you.
Why is it that I battle with my inner child,
Anytime I think of losing you…
I’m in love like never before.
I’ll do whatever takes to protect what God meshed in the spirit of loyalty.
Knives are deep-rooted in wounds close to my rib cage.
If I pull them out,
I’m afraid as to which beast would escape…
The one trying to pull the trigger,
The one who foreordains heartbreak,
Maybe that’s why I scrap with my subconscious,
While I lay unconscious…
Stomp a mother fucker out before any regret is prompted…
We have to change for the better…