My Bucket's Never Full.

Hostility got my head spinning like a whirlwind.

Don't know who to call my love or my best friend.

Ink spilling over, lost for words.
Thoughts in the ground, envy of birds.
Writer's block, it's essentially suicide.
No expression, my heart just died...

Last straw, that's all, that's it.

Chewin' drama up, hawk then spit.

Anger's staying there, it's never living here.

"Blah blah blah" is all I'll ever hear.

Immaturity dives, so I'll soar.

Get over it all; kick it out the door.

My resentment of string, they all love to pull.

Patience will always be there, my bucket's never full.

-em;