Try It

And as I sit there in the moonlight crest

A ticket for your arrest

I will not rest till you reflect

 

It’s not a gift, it’s simply a curse

I told you first

And it’s not even at its worse

 

Nurse, while I’m bearing breathing

Chocking and heaving

My wrists and bleeding

And honestly, you are the only one I’ve been needing

Even when I wasn’t believing

 

Yes, this is a challenge, life is like a flamingo

I’m just trying to find my balance

This is my talent

And I silence anyone who denies it

 

And if you have never wrote a rhyme

Go home and try it

 

The End

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