falling on dead cedars

over indulged, over exposed, and its getting out of hand,
these attitudes wont be taken lightly anymore, this must be composed of things i cant reason,
why is this agression still always kept inside, its my time, i fall, fail, resign..
i cant form protection,
but still i fear rejection , where do i go with this* what can i pull with this*
is there enough stars to cross this sky of mine..tonight,
my decision is marked in time..
i cant keep the state of grace, i guess im the one big discrace,
of these times and the writing of free lining, free is where id want to be right now, things i havent seen in this world of cotastrophy,
but its not for me, things of this obscene are more than what they seem, but its not for me,
the one regret of mine.. it will deteriate in time
the one way out of this bind, but its not for me,
its the omnipresent of this love,
these cedars wont fall this time,
the cedars wont fall this time
im over indulged over exposed,
composed of reasons i can reason,
the agression still kept in side,
my decision marked the time, is there enough stars to cross this sky of mine