ready to give of myself entirely i put the motion in emotion but my thoughts are always broken so i usually just leave them unspoken fuck it yall aint ready and thats ok the line in which i ride is just to bide my time running off a cliff feels like flying till you hit the ground but how dare i udder the sound that brought you down luckly i make a good clown like i always come to play but i never stay hoping that you count the time that i gave away ill never be enough for everyone but i run dry trying to quench the thirst like if anybodys dying im fuckin going first for better or worse the thought of a herse lingers in every verse but for what its worth this is the only way it comes forth