[Verse]
I'm writing this out of context
I'm smudging the ink
Whether incoherent or complex
I'm left, oblivious of what to think
I've stepped, where the insidious walk the street
I'm kept belittled, completely out of sync
I know
My text is riddled with flaws and kinks
The wind blows
d**h's whistle often scoffs at me
Often follows me
Often walks with me
Often talks and keeps me company
I'm lonely
And I'm certain
Close the curtain
Don't console me
The clock, tick tocks
Ask how much time it owes me
Kick rocks
Get stoned
A pocket full of posies
We all fall down
Fall apart
The world is cold b