Aside
Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:29 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTL_0u76s5w[/video]
I can't describe how people have been dephicting me
either they sick of me, or don't get me specifically
not until I reach an epiphany, will they get to see
that wifey don't want this for me, this isn't me
built a house out of love, but she been evicting me
said I act differently, my actions is getting sickening
writing down my problems, but don't attack them with her need
told me this wall I built up with all this imagery
will end us quick if she feels the need to get up n leave
I told her it's nothing, its just a artists need for inspir..
she yells louder and all I could react with is a whisper
everyday her souls gettin' sicker, she's taking me with her
the problem is we can't pull it together, she's too bitter
tells me if we don't straighten things out, I can't live with her
it's not neglagence, but she begs to differ the difference
I can't get into this, but I'm still fightin', still gettin' into it
the images I portray help me get through the pain with dilligence
to the point I'm beyond feelin' it, the pain keeps on filterin'
and I can't understand the monster I've been known to become
but I know if the shows over then everythings known to re-run
and I can't put up with it, so I gotta get over this all and sit calm
never been the type to bawl over sitcoms, or fall into this...nah...
still the homies have a tendency to ruin it, say my actions useless
leave her, continue music, but I can't see this is so intrusive
the fact she's been abusin' this whole relationship is so confusin'
I can't get her out my head she's such a goddamn nuisance
and everything I do reflects her to the point I become what her muse is...
I'm tryna push myself beyond this grasp she has on me
but I fear all I ever told her might just be put on blast ya see...
it's not like I'm the most perfect, what these ho's would purchase
but as I start to crack the edge, thats when it beholds a surface...
something I'm far from witnessing but I seem to know it's purpose
it holds this circuit, where if I pull the plug the ghost is cursed in
this reality I call my life, but I just try to push right on by
I tell her in the lightest whisper...depression...I need this night aside....
I can't describe how people have been dephicting me
either they sick of me, or don't get me specifically
not until I reach an epiphany, will they get to see
that wifey don't want this for me, this isn't me
built a house out of love, but she been evicting me
said I act differently, my actions is getting sickening
writing down my problems, but don't attack them with her need
told me this wall I built up with all this imagery
will end us quick if she feels the need to get up n leave
I told her it's nothing, its just a artists need for inspir..
she yells louder and all I could react with is a whisper
everyday her souls gettin' sicker, she's taking me with her
the problem is we can't pull it together, she's too bitter
tells me if we don't straighten things out, I can't live with her
it's not neglagence, but she begs to differ the difference
I can't get into this, but I'm still fightin', still gettin' into it
the images I portray help me get through the pain with dilligence
to the point I'm beyond feelin' it, the pain keeps on filterin'
and I can't understand the monster I've been known to become
but I know if the shows over then everythings known to re-run
and I can't put up with it, so I gotta get over this all and sit calm
never been the type to bawl over sitcoms, or fall into this...nah...
still the homies have a tendency to ruin it, say my actions useless
leave her, continue music, but I can't see this is so intrusive
the fact she's been abusin' this whole relationship is so confusin'
I can't get her out my head she's such a goddamn nuisance
and everything I do reflects her to the point I become what her muse is...
I'm tryna push myself beyond this grasp she has on me
but I fear all I ever told her might just be put on blast ya see...
it's not like I'm the most perfect, what these ho's would purchase
but as I start to crack the edge, thats when it beholds a surface...
something I'm far from witnessing but I seem to know it's purpose
it holds this circuit, where if I pull the plug the ghost is cursed in
this reality I call my life, but I just try to push right on by
I tell her in the lightest whisper...depression...I need this night aside....
