In my bedroom, i write my poetry

I like when the sun goes down and

Got space for me

I like those butterflies

When the poems rhyme

It makes my words shine

I like to vibe in the streets

Need you to heal me

And is it better in spring?

Is freedom a sin?

My mind’s so deep

Like it’s getting harder

In a puzzle I can’t solve

Trynna find my way

But I’m clouded by my ghost

Riding so slow

I don’t even know what’s up

Bleeding for some love

But they stabbed us in the guts

They don’t care about us

No they never gave a Fuck

Life is moving but I’m stuck

I’ve been running out of luck, luck

Riding so slow

I don’t even know what’s up

Bleeding for some love

But they stabbed us in the guts

They don’t care about us

No they never gave a Fuck

Life is moving but I’m stuck

I’ve been running out of luck, luck

You say you would die for me

But we’re just kids

I’m a stupid kid

Dying for my sins

You lost the meaning

Heart-broke at only 16

You won’t wait for me

But you know that i’ve been

Riding so slow

I don’t even know what’s up

Bleeding for some love

But they stabbed us in the guts

They don’t care about us

No they never gave a Fuck

Life is moving but I’m stuck

I’ve been running out of luck, luck

Riding so slow

I don’t even know what’s up

Bleeding for some love

But they stabbed us in the guts

They don’t care about us

No they never gave a Fuck

Life is moving but I’m stuck

I’ve been running out of luck, luck