You? And I Let me be your leader, King or prince that gives you trouble, Love and pain, both inflicting harm, But it's ok because it's not a single, it's us, a double, Your beauty and my charm, Combined to rumble mountains and cause earth to quake, Two supernaturals making this climate change, It's strange this connection, Since everything around us always adapts to our current stage, I'm mad you're mad so the worlds aggravated, You're happy I'm happy so now the universe has elevated, Lifted off and took us with to the end of time, Where no human has reached since the spaceships, Only have so much gas in the pipe line, (Someone finish it...)

Start Confused is only the beginning, the start of a new period that determines your living, Is it ok to be sitting? While your moments perish and speed past, While your speed radar malfunctions and you can't catch the mess, The mess you saw but can't prove to the jury, So you can get the go pass, Are you guilty or not? You pest, who is filthy and can't stop, Let your past be the past and start fresh, Trash your obsessions, And pretend like you just went through a crash, That helps you better your intentions, Give yourself sessions, Learn new ways, because everyday day can provide you with new lessons, (Just playing around) quicky

The End I'm done living, There is no more reason for my power to be driven, By my soul's driving skills, I can see it handle the steering wheel, But it doesn't stare at the road, it's staring directly at my eyes core, The pupil shrinks and I wonder why I'm being watched hardcore, I'm nervous with these eyes, they creep under, They sneak up and devour what's left of my cover, read it and wonder, Did this man with this soul deserve to dwell in this worlds cumber? No! So I deserve to crumble? In to pieces left in rubble, Later to be picked up by trucks and dropped in to dumpsters, Where they later burn to hell, Forgotten by society and if not brought purity, Thrown in jail for a couple years, Till the skin ages and the heart begins to fail, But oh well. Punishment is a blessing, Sent from a place known for justice, Where no man nor women is undressing, Unless it's the wife or husband, Or the girlfriend or boyfriend asking for acceptance for the parent or guardian, But i say... That a place like this, does not exist, it's just way to hard to resist sins, That are daily placed in front of us, As simple as a kiss, So if this location is well known to be real, Why is it that everyone who speaks of it keeps lying or steals, And when they get caught, Deny their actions so they ask for an appeal, LIKE ME, I ask for my freedom regardless of all the tears, I've caused in them, And them are the people I robbed from, I'm done living, I plea the fifth and drink a couple fifths, Till my system looses focus, and starts to lift... The venom that slowly combines with the opioids, I'm glad these are the last seconds, I won't regret what I did, Since my memories won't be able to remember it.

My Beautiful Route This route is getting rougher, The longer I stay on it, the tougher the problems get and the more they interact with my soul power, it weakens it, it breaks the side bumpers, and gives the driver, me, a better view of what happens if I dumper, my sweet Lane, black dress with yellow dotted line pattern, she makes me go insane especially under the rain, with her curves, complimented by the speed of my engine. (Not finished)

Filthy I smell something stinky, Like someone has been mating, someone's been getting kinky Who said fuck the dating, Skipped straight to the bed setting, And that's wrong. Why not wait a short period, It won't be long, If your patience handles it serious, The problems won't be as strong, And instead weaken as a team, Of smart individuals, With a vision in their dream, God coming down converting sinners in to spiritual, human beings.