I' am a series of bad mistakes
Intentions were lost
Emotions were faked
Do whatever it takes
Lions, Wolves, and Snakes
My minds, to restless to sit
Plotting and coursing
I wrestled my wit
He talked so much ish
I figured him all show
Until he threw me out the window
Oh this tension
This ill at ease
Oh my God
I hit the street
Felt like sheets
Turn out the lights
Let me dream of sleep
Licking my lips
The Wolfs counting sheep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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