sometimes letting go is the hardest thing to do curing the soul is the smartest thing to do but we rather be in search o

sometimes letting go is the hardest thing to do curing the soul is the smartest thing to do but we rather be in search of everything evil devil will find you drag you through a life of everything opposite of love seeing my mother in the review nothing comes close to you im on this tour bus going further and further away from you no time to ever really sit and go over your choices a lifes review is of course hopeless if you dont care to stare into the mirror man im looking at isn't in fear but the one outside of it is I've come clear to knowing that you need to stand clear of me once im going in a foward motion even though im motionless try and get motivated by getting elevated lighting up the whole damn sky everyday and every night blowing clouds bigger than the worlds circumference filling in the empty spaces too many empty faces tired of carrying these empty suitcases filled eith nothing but dirty clothes still going through phases with these dirty hoes cant seem to lay with one on a promissory note of everything will go right with a night filled with lies rock the bolo side to side left to right eliminate all those other drugs in my life but cant seem to let this one go maybe cuz im trying to freeze myself in time where things didn't go right and i was left with no answers and she walked out the door there she goes now im left talking to myself to the point where god had to send in his angels only problem with thst is so did the devil now im talking to both sides close encounters with those who are no longer asleep woke up the dead funny to think it cuz in supposedly a walking talking zombie half dead halfstepping all the time nothing left other than to murder him their done with me thats right ive ran into a bullet out the nine no more life lines life ends where you find time at a stop watch him drop in to his final stop lay in your bed that youve made your final stay had a good head on your shoulders but grew colder from a mother who was only good after you had already had grew older too little too late no need to save spend everything on nothing worth vaule change the menu dont know how to style now is at a sounding out of wilding out somehow i round it all out and came out with a different a finding reinventing my mind again will need to depend on god given talent