A writers soul
I dont think we ever feel whole Trying to escape the feeling These emotions Im trying to gather, reeling Theres a void in my heart I dont know when it did start Nothing seems to satisfy me anymore When I think about it, did it really ever before Trynna sleep, looking at the wallsWalk around a house with empty hallsFull of people but theres no love Keep searching for help above Keep losing myself I really need some help Whats the point of all this Marriage, kids?Money, carsAll that doesnt seem that hard no one understands I have goals but no plans They hear my words In there head they think in absurdThink it just made up fun time But this is my heart and soul nothing but the truth in my rhyms