The haze has a mind of its own
Always trying to cover what I had sown
Never let me see or hone
Always felt like I was being borne
Not once did it stop, the horn
The constant wailing was born
From the sound to my eyes I could’ve sworn
Low fidelity was all that shone.
The haze is a life of despair
Only one that you can never repair
With twisted thoughts to spare
And loved ones hearts to tear
The least i could do was stare
And watch as my haze declare
That I was and will only ever be bare.
