maybe

i've written much before; much of it blibberish

i've written much before; much of it blibberish

so as this windy autum comes, i'll write some more

saw the bricks misleading, 

as my every step brought me closer to doom

lately, however i've been missing part of me

i try, and i try-

but no one ever really did see

the anger that's built inside of me 

i find it kind of funny-

'cause in the end it seems to be

a part of me

i've written much before; much of it blibberish

i've written much before; maybe this is the worst of it.