There's a reason why one's blood wasn't pumping well.
Why doors weren't opening when someone rang the bell.
It was that cup of milk that splashed across the floor.
It was also that dog that ran out the corridor.
It must also be that preacher that made an approach.
Talking shyt like he was a god damn football coach.
Could the weather be blamed as well in this case?
Coz the blaming never stops for the bitter one taste.
Like what's been said before, there are explanations.
It's either straight to one's face or one's imaginations.
Either way one never fails to see that deep inside.
A series of yourself is being condemned and ugly-fied.
Smile to the camera while it takes your smiley face.
It sticks chunks of you back when you're all over the place.