What I say or think won't be applied to this fire
Built from thoughts just down the road
Will I ever learn to control these oceans
As they fill me to the brim
I saw it fleeting home
All ambitions gone
At the moment I've lost touch
With myself
It's leaving home
Yes it should
You're leaving home
No, you should not
The mess was cleaner before you arrived
In time
Perfect my ability to see the worst in you
The dog bark is dry
Like your sense of pride
My faith in the world lost by a touch
Neighbor, where does the line draw?
Behind the fence line
Tell it all
Feed my depression
For the world
Or just repress it
Think for all
I'm just thinking for myself
I know my
Tell it all
My viewpoint changes as time flies by
Title it reflection to look back corrected
This mess will be forgotten
Our habits grow, they're not stagnant
Don't drown in the mess
Filter yourself through this mess