Heart Stained Sleeves
Nah my pains pretty
Like what you mean?
My pains as pretty as petals flooding the trees
Depression staining my sleeves
I never clean it
When desolation leaks out of my heart it's a part of me
Melancholy draining my sleep
Wish i could could dream
But i'm afraid i'll lead myself on if i never see
Like nothing short of a tease
I'm really beat
I'm steady cheesing though
Who you believe?
Demeanor or words i speak?
You should see thoughts think
I treat them like they're antiques
In reality i would scream if you thought i was mean or felt as though I'm a freak
Fearful of losing gleam in the i (eye) that you're seeing
Fearful of losing meaning when you think of my being
Look i could could go on for miles
I could drive through the files recorded my mind is wild
Trials steal all my smiles but inspiration it piles
It's almost like it was dialed when writers block takes a while
Safe to say that i love that i hate not feeling so great
Sometimes i feel i'm a fraud and wonder if that negates
How much i'm really warranted help for fights i await
Wait (wait wait wait wait) (yeah hold on)
Why inspiration flow through pain no way that ain't by design
Like i can't reign without true rainy days that weigh over time
Sometimes i'm straining more to only run in place in my mind
I've had more throwaways to date than I've attained in my life
I take dips in divine
And let the sun in my eyes
And break to swim in delight
My pen runs out and ink dries
But when in front of my plight
When I trip over the whys
And blow up like I'm a mine
Words ain't a worry to find
Irony funny sometimes
It's poetry that's for sure
Anxiety's money sometimes
Some beauty at its purest
Can spark from struggling right?
You gotta go through a winter to see the sun in the night i mean
It's a summer like sight
A cycle
A bummer a fright
A subtle incline
A spiral
Another high hight
Some love and despite the trials
Some color to brighten your hovering fights
Survival
I'm a visitor to the past
A prisoner to the cost
Distributor to the class
It left me feeling exhausted
Visitor to the past
Prisoner to the cost
Distributing to the class
It left me feeling exhaust-
Wait visitor to the past
Prisoner to the cost
Distributor to the class
Left me feeling exhausted
Left me feeling exhausted
Left me feeling exhausted
Left me feeling exhaust-
Left me feeling exhausted
Let me feel it end
I don't know how to end this
Nah my pains pretty
Like what you mean?
Like what you mean?
My pains as pretty as petals flooding the trees
Depression staining my sleeves
I never clean it
When desolation leaks out of my heart it's a part of me
Melancholy draining my sleep
Wish i could could dream
But i'm afraid i'll lead myself on if i never see
Like nothing short of a tease
I'm really beat
I'm steady cheesing though
Who you believe?
Demeanor or words i speak?
You should see thoughts think
I treat them like they're antiques
In reality i would scream if you thought i was mean or felt as though I'm a freak
Fearful of losing gleam in the i (eye) that you're seeing
Fearful of losing meaning when you think of my being
Look i could could go on for miles
I could drive through the files recorded my mind is wild
Trials steal all my smiles but inspiration it piles
It's almost like it was dialed when writers block takes a while
Safe to say that i love that i hate not feeling so great
Sometimes i feel i'm a fraud and wonder if that negates
How much i'm really warranted help for fights i await
Wait (wait wait wait wait) (yeah hold on)
Why inspiration flow through pain no way that ain't by design
Like i can't reign without true rainy days that weigh over time
Sometimes i'm straining more to only run in place in my mind
I've had more throwaways to date than I've attained in my life
I take dips in divine
And let the sun in my eyes
And break to swim in delight
My pen runs out and ink dries
But when in front of my plight
When I trip over the whys
And blow up like I'm a mine
Words ain't a worry to find
Irony funny sometimes
It's poetry that's for sure
Anxiety's money sometimes
Some beauty at its purest
Can spark from struggling right?
You gotta go through a winter to see the sun in the night i mean
It's a summer like sight
A cycle
A bummer a fright
A subtle incline
A spiral
Another high hight
Some love and despite the trials
Some color to brighten your hovering fights
Survival
I'm a visitor to the past
A prisoner to the cost
Distributor to the class
It left me feeling exhausted
Visitor to the past
Prisoner to the cost
Distributing to the class
It left me feeling exhaust-
Wait visitor to the past
Prisoner to the cost
Distributor to the class
Left me feeling exhausted
Left me feeling exhausted
Left me feeling exhausted
Left me feeling exhaust-
Left me feeling exhausted
Let me feel it end
I don't know how to end this
Nah my pains pretty
Like what you mean?
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Marcelle
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