It's competition, lacking ambition.
But how can it be wrong if it's coming from the soul, when it's raw and exposed, but darling it needs to be sold so how can we alter these stories you've told?
These words they used to pour out of me but now I'm dreaming of better analogies and how I can be seen by many.
So now I'm confused on how it turned to a pattern of mine, a task, another everyday distraction, I used to have so much more passion.
I wasn't fighting for a reaction I was reflecting my own, let it spill over time.
But now it's quick and heartless, too distinct to really say what's on my mind.
Is this flawless?
