FOOL’S PARADISE 4ria

Pick apart the vision
Pick apart these writtens
Pick apart everything that I disclose
On the peak of packing
All the things I fashion
All my needs and habits
Deemed too expose
My dreams and my demons
I needed the most
Every season, I’m freezing
But it only snows in the winter
Hindering all of my goals
My very conscience that fathoms
The truth I’ve been passing
With sprinkles of powders and tablets
These tactics elaborate
It is too late to tap out
I’ve been crashing
Can’t black out without any xanax
I’m asking my dealer like I’m just a madman
Masking my pain like disguising my face
With a cloak I can’t ever contain
All my hope down the drain
Like the soap
Used to scrub woes
Off my wit
Or the scars on my wrist
I could go parlay these bars
About starting self harm
Or discard all that shit
And go live from a place of my truth
To embrace
All my distaste for you dudes
Reflects too in this case
In the way that I hate this
Like losing a race
Or a bet that I’d prove you to shame
Feeling so used, I’ve been stained
So sometimes I feel like I’m losing
Or I just feel nothing but pain