Mind in space.
Feet at a slow pace.
Thoughts at a constant race.
It’s so many opinion’s being thrown in my face.
Of who I am and the decisions that I make.
I don’t want to be fake,
so I state the facts,
Then I want you to get the hell out of my face.

Heart is pounding.
Soul is sounding.
Feeling at peace when the rain fall.
Then you call.
Conversation all in all;
is a bunch of bull-shit.
Now I see why stress makes people take a hit.
Get high, so opinion’s are nowhere around.
Then I heard a dial tone sound.

You say it’s nothing in sight that I can do right.
Because in your eye’s I don’t try with all my might.
Well alright,
I’ve made a decision to try and listen,
But now you can’t talk cause you on a mission,
then you gave me a look like 'girl get missing'

This is why some days I don’t want to wake.
Because my heart is at a constant ache.
That’s why I talk to God for my soul sake.
I’m staying away from negative opinionated things.
Because I have a phone that the devil ring’s.