this feeling
this feeling is relentless, and its not only in my head, its in my hand motions and i’ve even noticed my swag has got a tad bit dirtier. im beginning to think that this optimism business will only be my downfall cuz hoping like a hopefool waiting on the good calls. translation fuck the world son! im converting my thought process to pessimism! only way i’ll be surprised is when the only good thing left is the twinkle in my eyes. sometimes i feel like there aint words for some feelings, its just shit you feel, some of it good some of it bad so what’s in those words? does it encompass the emotions you really had? I’m sick of seeing this smorgasbord smiles so seemingly strong singing this shit of sweet songs cuz there aint no love in the world that could take down that mutha fucka king kong, real talk that shit is fake and as fraudulent as milli vanilli
