my rooms been built up and changed around, every week or so
you know my favorite thing used to be to hope
but lately, well, it's been filled with pain
but its ok, not that money doesn't make someone a bit happy
or relieved when the days done
it's the world that scares me, honesty became so frail
the doxology is switched for words of drunk, lose ended rogues
they say that we're all captive, but not me
no, i'll tear and rip through this vain
i'm nothing and i'm ok with that
but give me some time, i'll be more than you ever knew
or could imagine
i wish you knew
like a father telling his son he's impressed
excited
even for a second content with being his father
but what reward system would allow that?