Blue Print

Watch the blossoms fall,
I finally rose from my slumber The cage was trying to keep me,
but I know that I always seek much more See titles of thought at bay,
provoking the need to stay Done with the cavern of hopelessly wishing
At least I know for sure that I couldn't hit it Pity the fool who
does not try But got to know fool who lives in lie Late to fate,
the ember swallows whole teaching the mistakes as consumed by all
Breach the wall, nothing too small,
the meek rise tall Cocky in the
hands of love, Sarah Vaughan hold me up
Ooooo-aaahh aah Ooooo-aaahh aah Tired of this resurgence of the same
old shit with new names Simply put I think it's round about the time
for things to change But either way we'd probably find a time
resided to complain Drama queens in the blue print of their veins.
For now at least my Flow is finally free,
a little less scared to openly attempt to Express me.
I bet I led the pretty pearls echo through your ear drums Maybe four
more months and the almighty fucking fever will be The sunshine seems
so far from me I look like I've been blessed with sleep Shadows help
to sum it up, I could call Sarah Vaughan to come
help me up Dooo-do you Aah Aaaa-though I try, oh no