I heard someone say you get wiser as you age
that the bright lights set aside seem more dazed
I heard that life complexities become possibilities
obstacles become lists to do, wishes become goals and abilities
I heard that love would teach you lessons that manifest into wisdom
heartbreaks and 808's, Kanye did say it
The cliche in me runs 8 inches deep
Sad songs and teardrops put me to sleep
I scream inside till it hurts like i bleed
These sharp utensils from me you should keep
Fear not death as it is inevitable
wish not death as the Master determined the___?
Just wish it wouldn't hurt so much
Open up the Heaven's gate, feel my touch
brush up so i can mash up these misunderstandings in my mind
I know great things await
My patience debates
Legs quake
Sharp utensils flake
Hide the Sharp Utensils Please
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