Crazy creations
Laced with imperfection
Echoin dustbins
A voice from above
Crashed in your head
Says if that’s all you got
You might as well quit
Cause before you make a hit
You’re gonna be dead
No you aint got what it takes
So just forget the dream
Let the cream curdle
And skip the hurdle
Unclench your fists
And forget the wish
Lay the past to rest
And put this love to bed