I Wish You Well

Verse 1
I wish you well, on this path you’ve chose
Straddle your free will, it’s barren and narrow
It’s undecided if I will succumb to this feeling
My path was much shorter to survival and freedom
My mom always told to follow that feeling in my stomach
Well mom, I’ve always found out the hard way but learned from it
I’ve slept on these city streets, huddled with the cold
I’m departing from this, parts of me died along time ago
I’m adapting now that I’m left to fend for my own
I forgot what I once was until …. (oh man)
I came full circle, realized the scenery never change
This towns’ put life in perspective, I’m a little insane
I’ve covered a lot of ground but only to rack up the mileage
I remember the days when I was crazy trying to defy my own defiance
But now I’m defined by the fact that my father died alone
It’s one of my biggest fears to leave this world without someone
(I’ll see you in hell pops)

Verse 2
I wanna say “everything’s ok” but I’m not in the mood
I’m slowly slipping into remission of the old Esum
But I told myself in the last verse that part of me died
For the most part I’m an honest dude but in that case I lied
That heart still beats black, blood clots inside me
But now its for those who deserve that asshole side of me
My patience was rendered to the better half of my temper
This songs an ode to the scumbags I’ve met last September
Old habits die fast and I had a habit of killing myself
I found a soft spot in the midst of craziness, you kept me sane Miss
I won’t pretend that I don’t embrace this strange predicament
It’s a coming of age tale with strategically placed plot twists

Verse 3
It’s the webs we weave through the turbulence of deceit
I’ve crafts we hone, in silence we meet
I stand patience like its a blind faith with destiny waiting
I throw my arms to the sky like its gonna fall or give me a sign
Once again, I’m searching for all the answers
In the wrong spots I find myself it seems to be the standard
If I was a betting man I’d bet this weekend I’d be hammered
With females as my drug of choice, I’m easily enamored
I’ve seem to take my downward spiral and point it in a direction
And change my ways, restraints isn’t how I wanna express my message
It was the “stress” that I stressed in the moments of disasters
I’m a scattered mess but also a work of art from what I’ve gathered
I’ve proved that evil was a twisted way of living
And I’m influenced by Sin like I’ve sacrificed one of my ribs
Look at the mess you create when you lend someone a hand
So I’m off into the sunset, one less rib … one less hand

I wish you well … I really do

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life and realization