This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)

33 - Before You Died

We sittin' crowded,

stuck in a room and noddin'

as we stick to our guns 

and shun the other ones. 

This place is dreary,

cold, dead, damp- Be weary 

of the shit you about me 

and other guys who shouting 

all the time about the love lost-

The love they lost

when they didn't have the clarity 

to keep it among 

themselves and tucked under,

under, under the bookshelf. 

Now she judgin' 

and huggin' 

upon every corner

the mornin' is relentless

and I don't feel better.

Here's to the Spring comin' down 

and givin' me the rain 

I so need

when the mania 

pours through my veins,

'cause currently 

I feel like 

a whole damn part 

of me has died

but I ain't tryna preserve shit.

I'm just tryna get with it.

Do I get with the program?

Nah, I'll fuckin' fight this system.

I miss the old you,

before you died and didn't

even say 'see ya later'.

Now, I see a girl

who's become just like Darth Vader. 

So, see ya later.