Nothing Left - Intellectual

[Hook]

Lord there’s nothing left of me

Such an old soul with such a young spirit

People try to tell me how to live my life, I don’t wanna hear it

& it’s not cuz I’m not good at listening

But I’m not commissioning any human to be belittling me

I’m distancing myself, it’s interesting

Cuz when I took that step back I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing

In the scene, behind the scenes, fuck it, nevermind the scene

These people think I don't see their true intentions when they be lying to me

I try to be myself and I try to be true

But when I look in the mirror, I don’t know if I see Reverie or you

This relationship is so utterly complicated

Cuz Reverie provokes thoughts of everything that I’ve ever hated

Frustrated and jaded. My heart was invaded-

Persuaded by prevaricational fantasies to remain sedated

I waited, I dictated my struggles and my devestation

Unmotivated & tainted I live my life intoxicated

Lord there’s nothing left of me

So tell me how you'd deal with these split personalities ?

One focuses on life and the other upon the casualties

See gradually I’m fading, so damn focused on the trauma

Only person that still sees me as “Jordan” would be my mama

Put it on ya if you want it. You could say my house was haunted

Took four pills to murder my baby, felt her coming out of my stomach

I could still feel the pain if I close my eyes tight enough

It was bright enough, I didn’t cry enough

I thought about it every night, I didn’t die, but what

Snapped in my fucken brain- it would never be the same

I can't say that I regret it, just admitting to the pain

Anyway ! where am I going with this story ? I’m just venting

Tend to get carried away in these therapeutical sentences

Remember this when I die: I hated breathing

You can call me masochistic and insane but I prefer bleeding

& what I’m needing is some wings to fly away

Or a time machine to get me the fuck away from today

Lord there’s nothing left of me