You anger yourself , You let the annoying Overcome the enjoyable. You fill your head with countless Assumptions which lead to the distance. The excuse that ends your own faults No need to attend to my worries Those moments are merely buried Now hurry find the next thing to fit your justice That was not in any form suitable to the address. I express at a routine depth That measures the distance Not acquired for your precision. I have faded away .. - Curtis Lee Brumfield III