Doubt E

Educated, inflated but I hate it. Got sublime art but I find hope, shit don't Matter if you made it. All my problems are from problematic people though. Fuck about my fucking ego, I just bought a House. And now it's empty, vacant like my bedroom. My baby left me a note, she said she Loved me for more than ego. Come I feel so empty when I'm full of Gold? So I'm perfect, manufactured, sold in bulk and made Of sand. Proud of the man I am, sometimes I am. A handful when I'm reaching for your hand. Rest my fingers, it linger, wonder if you Understand. All my life been blessed by praying only When I can. I like to cry when things Look hard at work and dog and bloody hands. Born in '02 but I owe you everything from Which to rest. I remember Christmas at St. Anne's. Everybody leaves at the end of the story, Even you. And that's when you grabbed my hand. Told me your plans for the day. Strummed a melody you took from the pantry. Oh, you look so pretty when you look my Way. It's not what I'm to. It's not who am. It's not what I'm used to. It's not Who I am. No, it's not what I'm used to. Mm, no, it's not who I Am. Ooh, it's not I'm used To. Ooh. Ah.