far from perfect

lookin out tha window
staring off in2 space
its not that often that i feel this way
tell me how can i make amends
is there anyone who can mend these broken wings
all the shit i've done
all the shit i've seen
still i said nothin
i feel tha end is comin
heaven or hell
where shall i go
all i kno is i aint runnin
4 there's no rest for a weary man
always on the prowl
unable to desipher who hes betta than
weed constantly takin my higher
fueling my every desire
hopin my dreams dont expire
or inflate due to fate in front of my face
im far from perfect
but i kno i aint fake