Translation Through Speakers

I sit on a bench, thinking about my life,
Don't ask cuz I don't know how I got myself a wife.
Slow and steady, the wonder years pass me by,
While you count sheep, I'm struggling with the fact I'm probably bi.
This isn't a competition, it's for the best and for the dreamers,
My failure has made me a dead man walking, I'm not talking night walkers.
Wutup snow, you broke my heart on repeat,
These waves of loneliness has me replaying my greatest feat.
Like paper planes, I'll soar high till I crash,
My pain is timeless, so I try not to act rash.
Translation through speakers, all I hear is the sound of the cash.

Inspired by Jon Bellion,
Translation Through Speakers (2013)


By O.aD-iWriter