Sometimes i think that people are sometimes destined for certain degerees,
but it’s my familty that apon me feeds,
Fucking boring, contempt with translucency and no sighn of communication and intentional fluency – they are my blood,
my days are few and far, heer beneath my black hood…
Its me , my life so misunderstood.
I spend that day with them , wasted away from sanity infront of them.
Maybe my issues are isolated, perhaps im self depicted,
Though its far from me that i feel them, a freshly grounded aroma,
but smell i condemn.
Please god, tell me where i am, its far from them.
Perhaps we need to find some sort of common ground.
Happy people, my family, happy people my family
Happy people, happy people…
My famility , their no familiarity
I can face the distinction and superiority,
save me, baby from these potholes – the varying distance between peoples.
Distracted, affected and isolated, my life is intoxiated.
My family, no familiarity – just kill me, i need not this
facing the eternal kiss…
the restriction…and conviction..