These kind of things can't be rushed at all No time will tell if it was worth the fall Face to face we never talked about the critical Had to make it known though it's really took a lot of me This dark room where i've grown fond of wallowing My hearts been sold long replaced with mold Notice as I grow old That's why I'm colder than I oughta be What am I to do a broken path is what i'm following Keeping d**h at bae has been a challenge sans the offerings It's what you get,you've brought this on yourself Demons leave alone unless it's sanity you've brought for me I know you say that I'm always a**uming things With my jealousy and anger ain't a damn thing changed Praying to the gods to forget your name But I don't receive an answer so we play these games Take me to the edge and I will show you what to do from there I'll fall into a tryst that's reminiscent of your empty stare Eyes on the ceiling Completely void of feeling These kind if things can't be rushed at all No time will tell if it was worth the fall Face to face we never talked about the critical