Rome…

Rome wasn’t built in a day so they say

Alone under my quilt am startin to go grey

blown all my chances, heart in disarray

home is where you fart, shit, piss n forever pray

 

layed down pennin out my pain on a Friday

slayed my doubts aint gonna pout aint gonna play

crazy is the shoutin outside that wake me up then

try to get my zeds my heads messed up again

 

perpetually fed up in so many ways

incredibly stressed you see the blood pump my veins

nothing bring zest I just get carried away

take me to the grave before my grey matter strange

 

everything is tame I could say its ok

the thing is I dont wanna be lyin about life

the bite of a spider the blade of a knife

gettin high like space just to pace out my stay