Deteriorate

I’ve got so many words to say
So many thoughts on my brain
Not a lot of things on my plate
But my mind is starting to deteriorate
And I.. Got a lot of words to say, got a lot on my brain, not a lot on my plate..
Might pack up and deteriorate
Might pack up and deteriorate


Yeah, a lot of words to say
I ain’t got a lot of room for hate
But no one wants a room in this state, I can’t take it back or re-rule my fate
Wanna get better but there’s not a lot of space to move
I wanna improve but these days are cruel and I ain’t gotta another day to lose
Writing SOS, but please only save my soul
Writing BRB, but please don’t bring me back
It’s hard but these words are bold and don’t got a clue how to get myself involved and back on track
But I’m not back on track
Sad and low but I got a lot of love to give
With that love, wish I had some fight to fight
But I can’t fight to fight, got no spirit and not enough lifelines
About lifelines, I could really use a few
Got a short fuse to blow
Not a lot of motivation I’m coming through
Need to think about the good times and the room to grow
So ofcourse , I have that room to grow
Sunlight, water and a little bit of love will do
There’s nothing I’d rather do than doing anything with you
You got some ambition and things to pursue
But you’re damn good, this is the truth and the only words I speak are true


I’ve got so many words to say
So many thoughts on my brain
Not a lot of things on my plate
But my mind is starting to deteriorate
And I.. Got a lot of words to say, got a lot on my brain, not a lot on my plate..
Might pack up and deteriorate


Yeah, not a lot on my plate
Stuck in the middle, and not a gate to wait,
I’m playing second fiddle
I may have got a date but it’s a date with fate
and I can’t insinuate my displeasure in this waiting game
May be stuck in a hole but I ain’t got a lot of friends to blame
Sent you some directions but you never came
Tugging on my heart strings as this was a game, this was not a game
Isolation is a strange thought to get your head around
Not bound to do much but got just a few things to do
Is it true that you also got things to do?
Have you got things to do, because I don’t mind doing them too, I don’t mind if it’s doing them with you
But it’s round in circles
My mind round and round
My heart down and down
My lungs blow and blow
But my face frown and frown
Keep finding ways to differ but my heart tries to reason
I’m trying to do something nice but my lungs start to pierce
Try listening sometimes but my ears can’t listen
But there’s only one you and it’s you that I’m missin’
Maybe you’re the key to unlocking this mess
Now I sing with a heavy heart but it’s this situation, I’m impressed
But give my heart some attention, give my soul, give it rest
Deterioration locked down and the rest becomes less