freestyle...

i am sick and tired of these lies, crys and tears forming in my eyes
saddened goodbyes cause my bravery too shy..
It's coming back, mental to mentallity..check your health and then the status of reality..
it doesnt matter, cause this is just a state of me..
running my mind, like a list of possiblities...
punching out words, when I puntcuring the air
yhea it's qwafuffel but i really dont care...
see I got this feeling, to just let down my hair..
but it anit long enough so Iam not going to go there...
its just rhymes man..i am not speaking in stealth..
analyse too much you might hurt yourself...