[Quiet Sphere]

I need some food for thought, no need to diet here

I need some room for love, or else I'll die in here

It's quiet clear that the silence feeds the mind this time of year

So I despair once I'm prepared to rot inside this quiet sphere

How my autopilot always pick the higher gear?

When the talking turns to something neither you or I would share

Angry freestyled thoughts are venomous in nature

I get scared when faced with an iron stare with real hurt behind the layers

I want us to leave our jobs, I want us to leave this town

In this sea of sadness, we swim or we gon' drown

We will ignore the others butting in with their opinions

'Cause we see nothing in them, and we don't fuck around

[dusk]

Is the light of dawn worth storm each dusk?

Clearly once I thought it was

Maybe I'm not me from then no more, 'cause now it's awfully tough

Used to think I helped you when the anger moods would shower you

Now I have the feeling I'm the one that brings that out of you

Maybe it's a bit of both, I admit I make it worse

I can't shake this feeling that together we can't shake this curse

I don't wanna break what works, but I don't wanna work what's broke

Tell me what you want for once, please tell me what hurts you most

Never do I feel prepared to let you go

It pains thus, when I close my eyes and recollect the memories that made us

Can we make it work or will it spiral further down?

How will you recall me when I'm no longer around?

You get so frustrated, I get so impatient

We both sitting in the misery of our creation

Perhaps it's far more simple, or maybe complicated

Whatever it may really be, I'm not sure I can take it