looking down my past it goes soo far back
every face was a frown not enough smiles... the lack
Bruises and scars, different home and cars
Teachers and school changes, always feeling like I'm from mars
What did I do, what did I say'
To be treated and slapped the way
The way she did when she killed my kid when he was young
what was I thinking when we were stripped and ready to bung
What a troll and a killer of my seed
Why couldn't it be worthless me to bleed
Looking to my future, its too dark to see
Am I there? is there another heart breaker waiting for me
I should of pulled the trigger, but who would of cared
No one was there in my life to have my moments shared
Kicking it alone in the backseat kicking my feat up
Looking like a wounded tuff pup
Face and eyes of an angel, but scars and pain of a thug
Nagging thoughts buzzing, agitating, through my head like a bug
Sitting in the corner, waiting, stating
My name to the officer, smoking, creating
Creating a clever way to make him believe
Believe me when I said I had to leave
I'm not safe no more. Not only them but from myself
It's soo dusty, lonely, cozy, up here on the shelf
Never wanted to leave till he came along
Jump from the ledge and landed to hit this bong
Taking drags of a borrowed cig
Who knew being retarded was soo big
Drinking cheap vodka at a school
Throwing up water in my bus, looking like a major tool
******** this life but could I survive without my facade
Will you still read these if I was quiet, nerdy, and odd
Who am I preaching to?
He doesn't care and she is leaving, parents are fighting, and the only one left is me and you
But if you left and I'm alone, do I make a sound?
Do I as I pull the trigger and land on the ground'
Great big thuds landing in a pool of dead skin and soap suds
First time pushing away the valuable purple buds
But now all thats left in this room is me and my shadow
But soon my shadow will leave me and I still have no peaceful meadow
Nowhere quiet and loving to be cherished and not ignored
Nowhere full of friends that care and will never let me be bored
No one is here and isn't that queer
No one is here, not even my old game gear
my boots were made for walking and life stalking
But they left me too, during the making
making of my speech that scared everyone away
No one is here... no one wanted to stay.
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