Wordplay Vibe with me
Seeing better days at the end of the worst ones,
hate and love I guess I'm a cursed son,
eluding the past I run to escape from myself,
rejected the need after you survive your extended the help,
no one to guide you you just do it yourself,
every accomplishment is reflective of past mistakes,
the funeral home reminds me of those passing wakes,
friends are disappearing like ago old memories,
staring at the faces I promised to remember these,
music is a drug so are my words taken in vain,
can I past the future in the present and stay in sane,
or have I crossed the line not knowing how to differentiate,
everything is taken when its a given with nothing to compensate,