This will define ramble.

Woken up in so many rooms that are so scary,
Waking up in silence having gone sleep ever so larey,
Gettin pissed off at the unbeleivable state of your finance,
I'd be happy to observe let alone get myself a chance,
The twenty two comes at exactly five past the hour,
It would be a lamp post bus stop i'm stood at in this shower,
Drifting in and out of thoughts or the tug of war in your mind,
between the evil that completes you and beautiful and kind,
You've pushed it so far away that it's gunna come back round,
And having not spoke in a while would you recognise her sound?
It's safe to assume that she's at least in the game of rope,
Pulling her weight evenly as you just hit and then hope,
You've spun out your friends and the web lies has been weaved,
All the people who trust you blindly have just been deceived,
But there faith is something that stops them to suspicion,
All too preoccupied in there own little mission,
I never wanted to have to convey emotion in rhyme,
but truth be told to seek help i dont have the money or time,
She knows she's in your head cause she's quite happy to chat,
tinseling little princess i struggle to bear the thought of that,
You fucked it in your head your just waiting for your body to regain,
the energy to complete the undeniable track like your bodies a train,
A metaphor for life or a metaphor for when all has just bout gone wrong,
I've been walking miles through the past while and it feels so long
Yes i do definately deserve to have some time to fuck about,
but deserving something don't stop time, work to be done without a doubt.