Anxious

Watching the black screen on my TV just thinking and the clock to the side ticks a little too cold to be in the summer a little need to be warmer, I hate, I love, I love that I hate and they torture each other into Vica versa everyday seems to get closer to that broken façade of a motionless picture moving to the sound in my head recorded in empty liquor
Are you afraid are you scared are feeling under the weather it was in December

I know that look in your eyes could we have done this better I'm telling you I can still feel inside I wake up with a smile no I lie fighting storms in our minds just want to find a subway speak to a blind man relating with him in something loved retired and I'm so fucken tired
I could run through fire
Jump into hell just come over
I'm still falling somehow it gets better I may be a little bit bitter but the ground is becoming clearer

Now how about I wonder and can you tell me did you get drunk in my name and do it all in vain and did your lips get stained now you're sober woke up a coupleof days older

I watched a man die one day by his lover though he came from the stripper he sure was glad to be with her thanks to my brother now you can put this guy's name around your finger but to me it won't matter it's all the same I must be sure other than the night I left us thought she'd come running back then later last time we spoke it could have gone on until eleven and wake up carry on from seven it felt like you and me in heaven just to fall back down

I get so anxious when you send me a message my heart drops and my blood spikes sudden broke no robust everything goes down the drain and I just want to say thank you that's fine didn't need to but it's more about you it was never about me why don't you sit with that for a moment and breath

You can be who you want to and this is who you choose too? What will you look back on just empty disappointments and what could of been's and had I known's

Are you the master to a puppet a boy trying to be a man no beginning just heading for disaster how's he gonna teach her how to talk like that damn how to speak in that dumbass accent
How you gonna have time for this when all of it is for you and you're worried about bills and your nails and you expect goodness to hop into your hand in a world that's dark
Is he the master teaching you those arts damn you used to look pretty but now you're not just sad little heart
You think it's about how much and not what's inside nothing but meaning

So sit in your silence and watch the sirens passing the streets the world's deadly and violent just horrible sounds echo's and down yeah the world's loud and you don't get that negativity is something you use rather than ignore, I wouldn't understand who am I ? don't mind me don't know nothing it's just you and me making a little meaning from nothing

House, electro house, Energetic, Epic, Cinematic, Male Vocals, Singing-Rapping (Melodic Rap), Vocal Effects, Bass, Drums, Keyboard (minimal female vocals here and there)