I have a face of sadness,
Sometimes I can't sew through all the madness.

I have a curfew but no one said I couldn't go out at five or six,
If I don't leave a note my seester might shit bricks,
No ticks,
No sticks,
No tricks
Silly little cake mix,
Quick little fix.

Tripping over,
The Red leafy clover,
No hangover,
Nothing leftover,
After tonight I might fall into bed and passover,
Watch your cup so it don't spillover,
And you could say in technicality I'm a pushover.

If I had a job, my own place license and a car I wouldn't be sitting in the wheelchair right now,
I would allow,
Only one person over, bow-wow
Empathasis on eye brow,
I'm not holier-that-thou.

Pratically unleashing,
Grieving,
And it automatically isn't seizing,
It's got me mentally sneezing,
Nd' wheezing,
Not even breifing,
Houses up for leasing,

And I can't buy a single one damn!,
All these people are a spam,
And I'm just like "Yes ma'am",
Everyday I cram,
Everything but a histogram.

I'm finding Nemo and finding Dory,
I could write a short story,
But I'll think I'll pass on that quarry.

I need a dentist appointment,
But I'll just face disappointment.

Searching for a new way to complete,
Another person's cravings and be discreet,
But too bad looks like I'm beat,
No...