My motivation’s lacking pacing, so my story’s fading...

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LYRICS:

Finally clearing out my air with this pollution plan.
Apologize for breaking hearts and keeping distant when-
You needed me, I needed you, I had a different plan.
To leave you hanging wasn’t written, unintended.
Missed the signs that I was kissing six months away again.
This happened twice, I’d given up on these relations.
Then twice I’d come back, begging you to give me patience.
Or if I didn’t, then I’d pray for happy endings.


The silence soaks
Into the walls 
I choose to live in.

I’m home alone 
You left again 
But I had wished it.

The silence eats 
I bring a feast 
To new beginnings.

As college starts 
I start to harp 
My love for living.


Fanatical pictures hanging high within my mental caverns.
Bugged marceline to play me out as I emerge from shadows.
I want a queen, but first this king has got to fight his battles.
And make a kingdom from the dorm where art is sure to blossom. 
I want my words to match my mind, but it’s a lot to process 
The font I chose is slow to write, but time is of the essence.

I need to bloom.
Soils de-grown,
And so I wilt.
I’ve no control.
You had to know,
From how I move,
That I wouldn’t
Try to test this.

Growing up inside the vault, was more a kind of blessing.
I’ll leave the nest, but now it seems my wings are hesitating.
The creeping freedom leaves me fiending for depressive stations.
And keeps me questioning my goals, and if i’ve got the patience.

My motivations lacking pacing,
so my stories fading.
I’m off and on, and up and down,
so now I’m kinda craving.
Stable living,
In a place where I can quoth the raven.
Say “never more” to empty pockets,
locked for generations.


Experience new places just to meet some new faces.
Space is still the place,
And airospace is still the fuckin greatest.
Wasting away inside the dorm is not the mode I think I’ll take.
Instead I’ll wander round the campus till my legs are worn, degraded.

Keep my head inside these clouds, but buckle down and get to stasis,
When the studies need my focus, and my focus can’t be wavering.
I’m the author of my story, and my story won’t be basic.
I’ll hit all the fuckin bases, and I’ll never get complacent.

I guess we’ll see if I make it.

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