Flooded Thoughts - Holed out

Hole in your head holding onto what's now dead.
Praying the lies that you've fed, don't get eaten by miss lead.
(Yeah)
Bodies turning cold, hold my hands till gray and old.
How I wish that mother told, keep it quiet when they're bold. Don't get too close to wonderful.
I've mistaken rocks for gold.
(Damn)
Take your heart out your chest, just to throw it in your desk, have your art a bloody mess. Your scrambled papers match- your head.
I know you'll you smoke it out instead. I mean I'm sure that keep you calm, feeling bad for beaming mom. I mean all that she has done, just for a kid who's never won. I'm sorry mom I'm sorry, dad. I'm sorry brother-brother, I'm sorry I'm the one you never had. Around. Staying sound alone, my silence-silence it is my only home.

Written by:
Jaxs Rihan

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