My girl says I only speak about myself
and unless its something rhyming, don't have time for no one else,
I never help with any stresses, i'm forgetful with my blessings
Taking everything for granted and i'm never learning lessons
first impressions are deceptive,
I try to find the good in me but i'm a bad detective,
a tad selective when it comes to picking memories,
to visualise my enemy, you'd have to clone ten of me,
see i'm my worst one, nah maybe i'll delete this shit,
say I got the verse wrong, doctor, where's the nurse gone
tell her that i'm sick of rhymes, fans wanting sicker rhymes
and slicker lines to hit rewind

But I'm tired and I'm burnt out,
not impressed with the way that I have turned out,
wanna turn round, and turn down
everything i've earned now, see I should just be proud
but my pride is getting hurt now,
cos I went from being close to you,
to nervous of approaching you,
lost in my page, like the what the fuck am I supposed to do
concluded I was broke and blue,
and on my mind is only you,
I need to find some overview,

but skies are overcast,
I separate my life into the chaos and the sober parts
master of the spoken arts,
but staying quiet, choking on my food for thought,
and that's a painful diet, choirs singing from the church
and I can hear it from my window, while I'm limbo,
Purgatorial, my purpose, seeming impro vised,
I don't know what I should think, I barely know what I should write,
I don't know if you will hear it and I don't know what you like,

who said that ignorance is bliss,
what kind of ignorance is this, I'm distant from my innocence,
my misses is amiss with me, I miss me see i've slipped,
and now my scripts are hit and miss

I bite my tongue, and choose your lip to kiss,
and maybe stars align, but i'm eclipsing this,
my ego takes the piss, my cowardice is scary
and thats enough for 20th of February.