Choke

it was written in a time of self depression when i felt lost to what i thought i was. I was confused as to why people can take my advice or vice versa.

Coke

Ive got me,
My style,
My way.
Just me,
Simple words,
Get things done,
maybe you can't see,
Id give you a map.
My pockets are empty,
Keep it where its safe.
It never came back,
Never does.
Do Who True.
What?
Imagine how it feels,
Catch my fade,
Shield up,
Let in what I please.
Not you.
Come to my senses
Gaping hole in my chest.
So you tell me.
Why do I waste my breath?

-Mac