Sitting in this empty house again feels like I'm choking
But as I grab my chest I can tell that only broken
I used have that fire in my heart and the passion in my eyes
But now I just sit here under the truth of all the lies
Promises that where never kept for our tomorrows
Have me Sitting in an empty place filled with so much sorrow
My life source gave up on me no more time borrow
So guess what I'm gonna be doing! ?
Running out this louse place instead of stewing
Taking that time and getting a new heart
That old one was worthless to soft need a fresh start
My new one could take a direct hit from an atomic bomb
Not leave scratch and come right back and do wrong
Mistakes we make with a person mean nada
Just chew them up and spit em out like nasty enchilada
I gave up on being a damn concessionaire
I'm on my toes now no longer unaware
Not planning on getting back at the world just gonna nurture it
Nah I lied, ya'll might wanna get some cover and brace for the hit
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I would like to translate this poem