My thoughts are everywhere, like the hate in the air. Life is just life. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm sick of hearing all this nonsense. People always crossing me, I can feel it in my chest.
I got dreams, but they're hard to reach when I'm breaking at the seams. No one to blame, but its a shame everyone is the same. I'm alone on the edge, cus I can't relate.
No one supports me, cus they can't see the fire that burns within me. They don't know me at all. I'll distract them with a joke or two.. At the end of the night I'll be alone in my room.
I'm contemplating of ways to reach for the thoughts I can't erase. I'm waiting for the end of this case. This is just not my place. Im f*cking up real young.
It's hard when your brain and your heart don't get along, so I'll write a song, and I'll hit my bong. I want to be gone. That's all i need, but for now I'll watch my wrists bleed.