You think you've been through real misery, Well try lookin' through my eyes to see this reality. This place doesn't seem to be what I want it to be, Your eyes don't project what is really fuckin' seen. Everyday I've wondered why I went through this shit, Everyone has a childhood, I guess i fuckin' missed it. I was paralised, by the dark, by these lies, But I bet you can look deep into your fathers eyes. My mind is rapped around these thoughts and images, Of playin' doctor, then to be struck by an angry fist. I felt real hate, at the age of fuckin' seven, I was suicidal at the age of eleven. You can't scream, you can't hide, you can only fuckin' run, I used to have thoughts of pickin' up a fuckin' gun. I'd aim it at the temple of my mother fuckin' head, And I'd pull the trigger, instead of just playin' fuckin' dead. I used to lie down and look up at the cealing, I'd notice a blood stain from when I was once was bleedng. A memory would come back, one I wanted to forget, It would fill me with rage, something I would regret! REGRET!!! REGRET!!! REGRET!!!
I HATE!!! The dark is slowly killing me. I HATE!!! The thought of life erodes me. I HATE!!! My memories are so intense ... DON'T SPEEK UNLESS YOU CAN IMPROVE THE SILENCE!!! LIES!!!
I can't look at my relfection in a mirror no more, Because the site of me reminds me of the pain in my core. I was once waiting for my own dejated life to end, But I desided not to to hide it or to start to pretend. That my life wasn't the same as the person next to me, All I've ever really wanted was to be truely free. I guess I have to adjust this life I've manifest, Even though I'm overcome with this feeling of strong detest! DETEST!!! DETEST!!! DETEST!!!
I HATE!!! The world comes down on me. I HATE!!! These lies that are overthrown on me. I HATE!!! My memories are so intense ... DON'T SPEEK UNLESS YOU CAN IMPROVE THE SILENCE!!! HATE!!!
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