wasted time leads to wasted efforts .
i Know that you can ‘ t wait forever .
a man once said pain is his guilty pleasure .
we had the same initials n in – between the
same letters .
some things are destiny ; weren ‘ t meant
to be n it Kills me to admit that i help / d
manifest our ending .
i want to walK w / god , but
i was born blind , so his sandy
footprints are hard to find .
worn shoes symbolic of my travels .
full of Knowledge liKe the drunK who babbles .
some cuts are too deep to not leave a scar , but
dad said men are judged by how thicK they ‘ re
callouses are .
i can see far ahead , but never travel / d the distance
b / c i ‘ m stucK w / a flat tire , questioning existence .
my phone booK is mostly expired numbers of past – associates .
how many questions you asK me determines how close you get .
… patterns beginning to appear , so
i close my eyes when walKing by mirrors .
spent a lifetime singing the blues .
the lyrics i ‘ ve wrote are to confuse .