The days are slow, my minds like woe, holding for the truth.
My mind says go but my heart says no, but either way it’s an uncommon youth.
The disasterment of disaster, the fasterment of going faster, it’s all so bittersweet.
My words don’t make sense, but in my defense, defeat has taken over my sleep.
I say this with a heavy heart, it’s honestly tearing my mind apart, I hate to see it go.
Does it really ever go? I don’t know. My mind is simply like woe.