Lord of Mistakes (A song)


Make no mistake, tired of mistakes
Living like a white out pen.
Make no mistake, tired of mistakes
Insanity is creeping in.
I don’t know the man I know today
All I know is I’m slowly melting.
Why cant I just feel what I feel
Making mistakes is just real.
Why cant I feel what I feel
Making mistakes is just real.
Guess what?
Fuck me for thinking I can go just
One more fucking day without
Seeing the man who can't withstand
The sad, washed-up indignant writer
Entitled to his own misfortune
Frightening his own reflection
Sealing off wounded intentions
Unable to bring themselves
To fix the things that can be fixed.
I don’t know the man I know today
He’s believing in the wrong kind of display.
Why cant I feel what I feel
Making mistakes is just real.
Why can’t I feel what I feel
Making mistakes is just real.
Guess what?
Fuck the small things becoming large things
Tiny little mischief disguising
To and from: the mind the bones
My entire body freezing
Can’t continue parrying vices
Unless that vice can starve the sorrow
Even if for just a moment.

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It's okay to make mistakes, but when I believe in too many mistakes dictating my life, my inner mind goes a little bit like this.