I literally delve myself into detriment
To actually feel the gloom of the moment
I flew and soared, but I didn't think enough
I thought I was fine sitting, who chills every puff

Shut the noise from this stupid device
Constant sighing, but my chest sudden rise
I could've slept, but I decided like a masochist
Hurting myself from the past, I knew at least

Am I missing something, am I too stupid?
How I forced everything, like I do the weed?
Forced rhymes, how it can't be conformable?
Why do I live life...