Seems rough, but I don’t feel enough/ to shed a tear, blood, or conduct/ myself like any of you were important to me/ you could be corpses who bleed but unfortunately/ you never meant a thing to me, and so vividly/ I remember no signs of love or sympathy/ For worse or better we spent 4 years together/ saw all of you at one point give in to pressure/ I was your lust, crutch, love, just/once remember your promises to stay in touch/ I offer advice and get caught within vices/ thought I was nice but when Im lost in a crisis/ no sign of assistance or nod to my existence/ even though you claimed that realness is a given/ mostly dwell on the fact that you don’t know me well/ oh, this is for the class of 2012/

C) Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes/ it was always you that I despised/ x2 (Goodbye)

They tempt me with the pleasure they provide/ clever in their lies and seductive with their eyes/ To them its calm pats and flirty contact/ to me it’s beyond that to an internal combat/ So many are super promiscuous, ridiculous/ but what would I give up just for some stimulus/ felt it low, just needed self-control/ or someone out there who really has a helpful soul/ Temptation for a basic sensation/ emplacement of my strengths to attempt to end hatred/ but Im overwhelmed and bitter/ because my goal so known in scriptures/ labeled an addict to this fatal attraction/ feel like Im disabled from action/ Wanna cut you off but Im yearning from my limbs/ cause its either be unfaithful or I burn another bridge/

C)

Memories are a collage and happy a mirage/ used to pray to a God who would never respond/ the same old façade to get me involved/ because around you, the whole world revolves/ even with the doubts and pressure put in every ounce of effort/ by allowing letters my hearts content for/ a mix of guilt and incentive fill my perspective/ youre so inattentive and will is deceptive/ what will cross your thoughts in retort to when we talk/ that caught me off the course and left me reportin lost/ Its dangerous to me, your mind changes with the breeze/ wanted me to go away but now Im all you need/I still would crawl inches over torn syringes/ and thorn pinches just to see you long distance/ but being on the phone a few minutes and not home to live with/ it makes me wonder if you’e really committed/

C)