River and back

I promise that its me
I can't with the sad story

Transform through the art
True I got a problem but that's aside from the part

Guess I'll get along by myself
Not much different than those toys on your shelf

Okay I've tried my rhyme but I think that its time I go home and get some sleep but all I gots left is to think bout my problems and yours but no one told me how to let that shit go and grow the fuck up no one likes a pity party no one likes a rant why complain?

Who cares?

Obviously
None of you.

I can't even get me to.