Rebel Heart

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The show goes on repeating with the same notes along, gonna keep writing and producing till the draws gone, the tipping point is in deep waters I'm a titanic sunken by dawn, I've been cutting the cheese for so long kinda forgot about my lawn, a Rebel Heart in my chest, furious until the end as my missiles have nowhere to be led, had to be pushed out to figure out outside my best, I've been confessing and handling under duress, speaking to the mirror I'm a professor, with every lecture being haunted by the smiles of a Cheshire (Cat), and a crooked man has beaten me till I had no dentures, every art piece and writing my words are lesser, than some horndog's messenger, waves I hate attention but unfortunately i'm in the center, every teaching but haven't got a degree yet, only the master of feeling when it wasn't needed, had plans and the gadgets but always had breaches, wish I had the confidence with a struck of a cord and could Keanu Reeves this, my ass is speechless I'm that awkward just trying avoid leaches that are yellow belly infested with diseases, don't want another playbook I don't want to be reborn and become a fetus, I'm already down this road and I'm shooting a Hail Mary far from my reaches, trying to keep to the origins but the chloroform has tainted my oranges and the apples has lost its form and gorgeousness, the lines have thicken twisted mixed in forages, my words have been changing and popping off like corks and fits, just want someone to look at my broken caved in doors and shits and say it's horrendous, maybe it'll force me to retort and split, the slanted ransacked household with the record player, I said I would play some Elvis some MJ but rather later, the windows are already busted in I guess I listen to Mother Nature, contemplating instigating a push forward in order to change her, I don't have haters only critics that plug my space my crater, dark swamps as my face emerges, evil from the graves snapping away awaiting it's my own alligator beyond the surface, praying my soul is to take taking my ass to churches, eating my feelings away till I can say I never heard of it, should've learned this or that before it became the furthest, I guess the slightest attitude change gives me nervous, going through the booth with the tingles that keep lingering leaving me shook with every crinkle, hate my outer and inner looks along with my stuttering I made it into a lingo, put my coins into my jukebox but should've count my change before it went too deep though, gotta take back my quarters, it feels like I have a disorder, but it's just feelings and stress and I can't sort it out, death seems too nice but I feel like I bored her, homicidal onto myself it's foul play along my borders, I'm Mexican But I talk white loud they say I'm too nice to these clowns but inside I don't give a fuck what you say or cry about, honestly I hope you die and no one bouts an eye or sound, tired of giving a fuck or caring too much but to be honest caring has been my crutch, I just feel like busting people open with one bc fuck trust, rather eat another heart out for lunch, maybe it'll bring you back but my demons are bout to fuss, maybe you can apologize for once and mean it without taking a punch, "why so bitter cunt?" Bc I've been sorry for way too much, Rebel Heart with renegade veins, you say you're wiping the slate clean but i feel like the bleach has already stained, the fine china now it's ghetto verified and sold on flea market display, it is what it is you can't break what's been broken only to more little pieces in its dismay, I am what I am with a speech up the rails, the thoughts linger with flames and scales no matter the tale, but a pulse in my arms tell me to now give em hell, if you don't like that shit then kys oh well

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 03, 2019 ⏰

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