Whistle in the Wind

Whistle in the wind
Shit don’t change when you wanna win
Pain is like a thistle in my side
(?) places in myself that I tried to hide
Jumping with the (?)
Full propeller in a sea full of jealousy
I’m so pristine how I’m sewing seams through imploding themes
Going back to a place where I focus on my legacy
My dreams stay ahead of me
I’m downing amphetamines
But it don’t mean I’m dead just yet
I’m perfecting heat
Lambo steam trying to ease my mind
Cooling off now, I’m seeing signs
Leaning off the brink of now return
Showing no concern for what I can’t confirm
Burning out the flame that flickers within
If I have time I’ll look for pretend
Real life might hit when I fade out
Fantasies planning out dreams but it all depends
Whether or not the pressure (?)
And the loot blows on if you’re dead or alive
To you my life might seema amazing
But I’m stuck in places where I feel as alone as a basement
Interface like a lunar eclipse
Girlfriend damage, ornaments hanging from where the storm passed
Now the doormats sticking to the floor fast
Flooring with a format foreign to me
Trying to reach new heights for new life
And move high from the troubles haunting me
Its all that I want to see
So alone and so afraid
Holding on to all the pain
Will it all go away
I really need to find a way
To heal the parts of me that I don’t wanna be
If I’m being honest everyday it gets harder to breathe
Please
Burning out the flame that flickers within
If I have time I’ll look for pretend
Real life might hit when I fade out
Fantasies planning out dreams but it all depends
Whether or not the pressure (?)
And the loot blows on if you’re dead or alive
To you my life might seema amazing
But I’m stuck in places where I feel as alone as a basement