TO BE CONSTRUCTED

Listening to music makes me want to write :)

I'm feeling negative but it's really relative to the place I'm living in and the awful smell of s**t

That hangs above the city, where teenagers spit

And my body's feeling heavy, man I wish that I could quit

The cycle

Quit the wheel

Got both eyes full

Don't know how to feel

Or how to judge another person 'cause my thoughts are just too real.

My soul is made of paper, but they think it's made of steel.

And I'm feeling like a soldier, it's myself I have to kill -

I mean the evil me

That shrieks bad words

The li'l demon me

That you've not heard

And I'd prefer

To be rid of her.

To recondition her

Into that powerful Goddess we all know I could be

Into a strong, upright, confident Queen

I want to blossom like nature - wholesome, clean,

Bringing the love like you've never seen.

Author's Note

This was written in five minutes, and the timing is a little...off, to say the least. Sorry about that.