press play...shoutout to ar..had to respond ur shit was sick as hell bruh

standing in forevers rain...paining words I mumble
for when I stumble im sitting forever n rain puddles
seems life is a game..n im left out of the huddle
for when im handed opportunity I drop it and fumble
depression becomes routine..as I silently scream
sitting endlessly deafened from these loud dreams
these dreams..are living fading realities
turned from immortality to unlikely casualties

sitting n the puddles of regret and sorrow
endure it today and repeat it tommarrow
watching the world spin..as I revolve counter clockwise
ur worlds upside down to me its down upside
in a reverse mind state backwards like rewind
dodging these thoughts of mine that violently collide
sitting forever n the darkness of life
hidden n the shadows forgotten by the light
it seems the harder I try n more I fight
the more I stray away from the path that's right

laying in the futures past
thinking about questions I dare not ask
can I finally forgive myself..perhaps?
or is that b3yond my grasp
if life is a learning experience..why isn't it a class
how turn to bronze to brass when ya last
so at last I ask
how mend the past when its a sculpture of broken glass