Endless Affliction

Predisposition addiction is still familial

Embedded into my blood till the day that I die but still you'll

Be running from any question regarding the incoherence

I'm hardly scratching the surface you're growing up with no parents

Tell me what it's like and what it's like being you

Cause I'm not fond of being me and what do I even do

I start my day and write a poem and record over noise

I think my sadness is a gimmick an audience can enjoy

I could be a showman in reciting my verses

I'm not the one you've met before because there's multiple versions

A combination of a psyche and things that I wouldn't say

I remember laying down and hoped my lungs would inflate