Close your mind
stop trying to understand me
false psycho-analysis
just know that this life hasn’t been real good
broken home and more broken dreams than ever imagined
a question mark where a pretend dad once stood and a mother so consumed by regret
life hasn’t been real good
broken home and more broken dreams than ever imagined
there are no skies in my new utopia
I’m so spent now that i envy the dead
and my most intimate thoughts are on ways to kill everyone... even me
no one is safe
you must alleviate all the pain I’m going through
create a way to run away from the inadequacy that i am