I choose to wear this stigma on my neck
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as i sleep my pillow holds the door to a key i never did see before
but that aint the fact jack
a key to cols breakfast
lies with the paintings you set aside
it lies with the lines on new years eve
it lies on beeing fucked up
tell me when is it rightwhen is it wrong
it"fealt" fucked up
and I actually dont smoked thank you...
years of growth
turned upside down
poor me
yeah poor mother f'ing me
where were you when I
was hungry
where were you when
I ached to spread my soul
and I was covered and caught
with a glass bottle
so so easy to add it all up
absoluteley O part in my LIFE]
BUT YOU are the all knowing GOD
That cannot take critisism
I will defend myself
from false claims
and if annyone can say
theve never been" fucked UP"
driving with a buddy
talkin and listin to music
If Lines on the mirror
tell you its ok once a year
than what does each drink say
as it washes away the pain
change the chemical
chnge the chemical
sum me up in a jar
time doesnt matter when isolation sets in
and theres no blAIM
EXCEPT THAT THE OCURRANCES OF THAT EVENING WERE TOLD TO YOU WRONG
AND AN ACTION FORGOTTEN W/ NO MEANNING
IS SUCH A DEAL THAT iT ALMOST STARTS VIOLENCE
its f0---cked up that
you tell me to shut the F UP
and Im full Of S**t
TRUTH
U never cared if or if could change
all those ....subtle blowoffs I recall
And when it came to a head..You were quick to make things "not feel right"
Tell me "NO TRUST"
Tell ya what U dont get My trust
as one who can listen
as one who cannot be bended
or fathom That You put me in a category
and instead of dealing w/ an issue
You chose to beleive
Your default
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