With each stroke of the pen my lifes written the curtains open the story begins
A means to an end is frustrating keep walkin but all I see is dead ends
Friends I thought were friends backstab leavin the knife in
What can I do to pursue dreams enlighten my mind to retreat thoughts
And put forth effort to destroy faults
Its my fault took life for granted wasn’t gonna get a second chance
But thought the first one was just handed, now I laugh and relapse at the paths ive taken
That’s story is written but my future is waitin
Whats it gonna be self god or satan? debatin prayin to god but worlds bringin the devil closer, my souls no longer safe n my minds creatin what-ifs gaining exposure
my soul is burning my plans to cremate the fate cuz I chose a different path for my life to walk straight into heavens gate, must first regain dominance embrace the hate and retrace the world In which I was placed