Ignite 50 And A Month

In my time of dying all I've grown to be

english can't define these feelings

I keep waiting

There's a strange time called trying that's vague like us

I can always try harder which means I never try enough

My mind is always crying

concentration, saturation

An aquaintance is so naive

or just a blind soul

fifty and a month

is so long for some

Understanding becomes my snair

the harder I struggle, the more confined I become

does quanity stop at empty

does quanity stop with you?

fifty and a month

is just a blink for me

fifty and a month