Disposition on the fluttering keys of a locked door.
What I'm doing this for is the pursuit of wanting it more.
The life I gave away for the sake of my social notoriety.
I gave away my great grades and my parents under sobriety.
On the contrary, I wonder what I was really thinking.
Drinking away the waters and the nutrients until I was sinking.
The existence I started living was paltry and aimless.
The names by which I went would so soon be claimless.
Barraged myself from having to live up to any praise.
It wasn't me, it was the rough time I lived those days.
In this supposition and I reaffirm my premonition was true.
The grass was still green and the sky was still blue.
But who's to say those colors wouldn't invert?
Found some friends and I found some interest in an introvert.
Hit my growth spurt, I was living up to my masculinity.
Wouldn't be too long until I learned I was a switch hitter with a lack of dignity.
I had done these cats wrong, I did them all wrong for the sake of no reasoning.
Always thinking I could just say that I'd do it and that'd be some fair seasoning.

I remember the days I lived my life to the fullest.
I was a child then and the memories at the time were the dullest.
I want to be older! I want to be taller!
I'm not regretting these aspirations, though I wish were a tad smaller.
Some could say I'm stuck here in a tight spot as of these days.
Stuck between a flux of wanting dominance or submissive says.
The sun's rays – would they shine on a chest barren or a bikini?
Back then I'd just watch Paganini, but now my thoughts are obtuse as zucchini.
You never spend your time thinking of the zeds or the Mollys of the world.
My name is just anonymous in a lockscreen of party scenes, my mind just hurled.