"It" Is What I'm Writing

I wish that I could tell you all the things you want to hear. “Yes I love you. No I never feel this fear That I could lose you. You are worth more than cost of all my tears. You make the pain worth all these years.” Say it all but reverse. It’s worth subverts the preferred. It hurts. It hurts. Step off the gas I’m sure it hurts I’m sure I’m sure. It hurts It hurts. What? Oh word. I serve severe verses t’o preserve my purpose not spit curses on carcasses, mutilated. Like the beats I kill and hide in basements. I need to end embargos with greatness. Or stop making mantras, try some new faces more than fonts. What the Hel-vetica am I on? I need to get out of dodge. Move to Butan. Not keep calm and carry on. I saw canary, I’m wary, cuz the cave closing in. I doubt the power in palms. Might build it up, it don’t matter if foundations ain’t strong. Those coals is toxics, Erodes your conscious soul While you dwell in bucolics. Can’t forgot our goals. There’s choices to shape your mold But you ain’t make em I wish that I could tell you all the things you want to hear. “Yes I love you. No I never feel this fear That I could lose you. You are worth more than the cost of all my tears. You make the pain worth all these years.” Say it all but reverse. It’s worth subverts the preferred. It hurts. It hurts. Step off the gas I’m sure it hurts I’m sure I’m sure. It hurts. What? Oh word. It ain’t what i want , I think it’s what I need. You tell me: what it means if fate is feeling mean without it? path is clouded by dreams. Annoying, like I’m Socrates. I see when people bleed, Can’t help but find it obscene. So cut it clean off. Cauterize the arteries, whatever, I’m lost. trade an arm an a leg, My teeth I trade for less. My rate is .0007cents. That’s what I get for a stream, So when I say I don’t say it for money, you now know what I mean I wish that I could tell you all the things you want to hear. “Yes I love you. No I never feel this fear That I could lose you. You are worth more than the cost of all my tears. You make the pain worth all these years.” Say it all but reverse. It’s worth subverts the preferred. It hurts. It hurts. What? Oh word