Why do you waste precious time on diamonds that don’t shine?
Which girl are you going to come back to that gives light when you cry
These lies man, it’s getting to you
You want acceptance when you can’t even preach
No microphone or rhythm on your street
Only electric on your avenue is the 2 minute satisfaction
You’re a waste of time man,
Calling yourself a man when you couldn’t give a ****
On the other hand, you could move to a new experience
Environments follow you forever, remember this
Regardless of your credit or situation
Can’t beat it, can’t save it? Deal with it
You could’ve had it all
The doors were open but you threw the lock away, the prize away, the ones away
Say, do you feel better about yourself now?
I hope you do,
Allow it on yourself

I walked down the poets boulevard
I heard nothing but sad  songs
Words unable to come along
Empty words with tons of ink
To gather their thoughts, and what to think
I step over to see a man in a window
He’s about to end it with a blow
He thinks his hand was just a show
But tell me, what is the reason
To become so low
But so loyal to tragedy
Walking up, the one looks at me
Laughing while crying, but no emotion to see
Believe me when I say, the words he wrote were clear as day
But foggy his vision was, it led him to troubled starts
As I reach my door, an intense feeling grows on me
A heart tore apart, or a new breath to start
I feel empathy, but there is no symphonies
A sympathy for nobody else ,only within themselves
It’s just a sad song
A place I cannot hide or describe
Sad poets with no words to decide
Whether it’s true or fiction