My future's in my palms, when it brightens up
it's verbally disturbed or irritated by the slightest touch
but I can't hide behind it blinded by problems *Life is rough*
So if i don't follow my heart it only means I lightened up.
My pride is fucked sometimes i close my hands & hit the pipe and gust
cause my emotions are on & off so frequently I like it shut.
My anger takes control and I just want my hands to tighten up
until the light is gone or I am strong enough to fight the bust.
I'm suddenly calm again, staring into my palms still vomitting
It's hounding me, And i finally realized that it's surrounding me.
can't be happy no more it woke me when i was sound asleep
to show me how my frown would soon go flying off the balcony.
I never believed, so i shut my hands and simply fall asleep
my dreams the only place where i matter so you can call it sweet.
These dark rooms get lonely when theres only a light
I can care less about faith i'm here to put up only a fight.
It feels like a lifetime but i need only a night
to decide my fate & destiny & you can sort out the rest of me
But all this time i thought i'd have something amazing worth the wait
I fell into my hands and found out that......it hurts to say.