The little things seems to be the only thing that unravel our close knit seams
interrupt and dismantle our dreams
im at fault for my own uphill battle
it takes repetitve times
to destroy something with a simple rattle
im at fault for my own uphill battle…
I stretch out my arms and remain silent
its killing us;
my silence…
is it right to be this way to detour the fights
I dont look forward to my nights
but I pray for my nights
in my city it barely rains
but when it pours;
it never drains
i stand in a rising puddle soon to be submerged
Im colliding with the action
im unresponsive to the urge
we cant communicate without throwing words…
As Always…
Stay Positive!
Da Absentee 