You see I wouldn't really call myself a wordsmith

Cause' words never have been something I was that good with

Its been absurd since that learning curve went South for the Winter left my teeth on the curb bent

Knocked right outta' my mouth into splinters

My household was Shindler's List doused in the bitter mist of counting its insolence and down right deliberate shit

N' awful existence prepped to drown out the brittle bits

I was falling apart in my own elusiveness complaining n' confused instead of actually doing shit

When the window flitted open

And a breeze you would flew in with

Breathe but refused to sit

See I was truer then

Perhaps I should just move a bit feeling like my souls are sleeping

I've been getting harder to hold with every golden week

I'm so cold and meek n' needed a friend

Askin' "When I'll see you again"

When will I see you again

When will I see you again

When will I see you again

When will I see you again

When will I see you again

When will I see you-