I dont know
If it isn't really there
If it isn't really there
Or if I don't recognize it
Or if I don't think I am fit to it anymore
Lets say it is there. Will I see it?
If I saw it, will I know what it is?
If so, will I take it?
I fear, sometimes
That the doubt comes from my whole self
Perhaps from that same old crow
That the doubt comes from my whole self
Perhaps from that same old crow
That lives in the corner of my soul
Screaming
You tooooo old for that shit!
(Never More?)
Or maybe
Hopefully
It is just that time hasn't had enough time yet
To mend that broken, overbaten heart.
*for the blind motherf#cker
*for the blind motherf#cker
