I'm being destroyed,
By what I love,
My sanity's,
Taken more, Than a little shove,
I don't know why I need it,
Or why my smooth rides always turn out,
Rough,
If I could push it away I would,
But I couldn't,
'Cause everything's not even enough
When I say things I'm usually bluffing,
But this is truth,
I've been shoving,
My own mind, in the dirt,
Not permanent, but it hurts,
So that's why I don't fight,
Or try to flirt,
With destiny,
I don't try,
To fight,
Who I'll be,
When it all,
Comes down,
To this and me,
I let it take its path,
'Cause I'm afraid of facing my own mistakes wrath,
I don't mean to be a coward,
'Cause after all,
Storms in April bring May flowers,
But I can't,
Take that chance,
In the rain,
I don't dance,
Well enough,
On cloud 9,
I'd be thinking,
About fallin' off,
Never been good,
At being tough,
Or faking it for too long,
I never said that I was strong,
When I say things I'm usually bluffing,
But this is truth,
I've been shoving,
My own mind,
In the dirt,
Not permanent,
But it hurts,
That's why I don't fight,
Or try to flirt,
With destiny,
He never eases up,
You're probably getting sick of me saying the same thing on all the reviews I give you. But honestly, I can't give any constructive criticism, except maybe I think the we'll is supposed to be well in this verse:
"In the rain,
I don't dance,
We'll enough,"
But like everything else I've read of yours, it is moving and heartfelt. It has a beautiful flow and an innocence as well as an almost coming to age sound. It's beautiful, I love it.
You're probably getting sick of me saying the same thing on all the reviews I give you. But honestly, I can't give any constructive criticism, except maybe I think the we'll is supposed to be well in this verse:
"In the rain,
I don't dance,
We'll enough,"
But like everything else I've read of yours, it is moving and heartfelt. It has a beautiful flow and an innocence as well as an almost coming to age sound. It's beautiful, I love it.