Who ever thinks or hopes of love: or who belov'd in Cupid's laws doth glory: who joys in vows, or vows not to remove: who by this light-god hath not been made sorry: let him see me eclipsed from my sun, with dark clouds of an earth quite over-run.

When I knocked you down, you called my bluff
You pushed me over, fair enough
In high schools, hospitals, on holidays
I've seen your face in every goddamn state
My overdose, it was almost too late
You said it aged you when you saw my face

"I'm not your friend.
I don't even like you.
I'm just not drunk.", he said.
To prove his point,
he drank a bottle of grain alcohol,
and beat the ****ing **** out of my head.

I never knew your rotting face
While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave
I have other uses for you, Darling

bitch nigga with the audacity to blasphemy
got yourself caught in a motherfuckin' tragedy

They say the empty can rattles the most
The sound of your voice must suit you

I was always too busy hating the sound of my voice to speak up.

Listen to what the Flower people say
Listen, it's getting louder every day
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Listen, it could be calling out to you

To navigate beyond the treachery of self despair. To find the balance between all you sense and all you see. To find the patience and the strength it takes to let it be.

Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life.

Don't surround yourself with yourself, move on back two squares.