I wrote these song lyrics

I hope my mom hears it

I've been gone for too long

Now I'm gonna revisit

The time i wrote a rhyme like it was an accomplishment

An ode, a paragraph, or maybe even a sonnet

It's hard to put your feelings down on a piece of paper

I feel so shaken i needed to reawaken

But i might be mistaken for thinking i can get away with feeling anxious and being fake

In front of my friends faces

And i know i ain't got much control over my emotion, even though my heart is on a remote island and my minds an ocean

This entire time I've been praying and hoping that whatever i say will open another way to cope with the way you provoke me

It's like a case of dopamine was sprayed all over me

I strayed from focusing and failed so hopelessly

I knew that change would choke the feeling and in a fit of rage i broke the ceiling

But i settled down shortly after my disorderly disaster, i sit cordially in the bathtub mocking forcibly laughter

At the choices i had to, remorsefuly stand with, i had no instruments to keep me from jumping off of the damn cliff

I was so good at playing my notes like an orchestra band group, but on the stage of life i was outta gigs like i exhausted my bandwidth

This caucasians mad causing a raucous no point tryna talk this through i forecast a shitstorm as i walk on through

I try to sort issues but i end up with more to do

I've fallen through society's floor of doom

So as i watch the flora and fauna bloom It's autumn in my room, I'm cornered all afternoon

Borderline demoralized all the time with problems ranging from being unable to draw the line to worrying about my flawed design

So as i walk the line it's like I've fallen down a floorless mine and lost a precious diamond i swore to find

That precious diamonds been you all the time, now I'm more inclined to call you mine

I wrote these song lyrics

I hope my mom hear it

To calm critics and harsh ridicule from cynics

Now I'm gonna revisit

The time i wrote a rhyme like it was an accomplishment

An ode, a paragraph, or maybe even a sonnet

I'm no poet, I'd catch a cold and then throw it

Probably too old to be heroic

I've grown so weak, only to be told that I'm stoic

Maybe if i wasn't so ancient and paleozoic , the radio or daily show would play my songs on the go, shit

I'd be famous, we could go on a holiday

But tough times are on it's way

And honestly

I'd rather be worryfree than have you worrying me bout my sorrows and blatant honesty

I thought things were calm as seas, but karma sees my armour shield and my comma ceases so i can't breathe when a comet reaches cosmic breaches it commonly continues constantly but i can't cope with college dreams, common people and controlling my conscious being

Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic coz the shit we've spat at each other are just reactions from us talking shit like verbal laxatives

I think we should relax a little to get ourselves back on track

But like black on black we suit each other

And because she has my back i truly love her

You should know to be true to you even if you as complicated as a rubix cube

Just know that cupid threw his shoe at you because you're so blind to love when it fucking looks at you

So i wrote these song lyrics

I hope my mom hears it

I told you I'd be honest and i promised this

So let's go back to a time that i wrote a rhyme like it was an accomplishment

An ode, a paragraph, or maybe even a sonnet