One more coming eventually.
Something I just wrote down. Kind of got the inspiration from the song "Wrong With Me" by Twiztid.
Just tried to put down the feeling of being down and depressed and not being able to do nothing about it, you know.
always calling me names, on pure purpose
so when I come home, lay on the floor nervous
the room is to bright, pull the blinds before I die
when I get compliments I'm buying all those lies
ripped to pieces from the things I'm keeping apart
people looking at me like a creep in the park
and sleep's the only way to escape reality
failure and misfortune is straight ahead of me
nothing I can do to avoid that dark path
whenever I see light I hope that spark lasts
but never have I felt happy, never will I do
just try to walk the earth forever in my shoes
you'll see it's not that easy as you think it might be
and I don't even think God would care if I bleed
besides me there's no one that feels the same
and no matter what I do I can't seal the pain
and time will tell if your dreams are visions
but my dreams are always will I be sufficient
and I failed every single attempt to levitate
the feelings bottled up are emptiness and hate
my lounges are collapsing, I'm hyperventilating
the fun never lasts and the fights are devastating
I miss the joy I had that was driven out of me
now there's only darkness that live inside of me
and I don't want to feel it if it causes devotion
because my dedication was lost in the ocean
I tried to fish it up, but it never seemed to bite
all I ever wanted, was to be treated right
people looked at me like I was a freak of nature
and people tend close when they meet a stranger
besides me there's no one that feels the same
no matter what I do I can't seal the pain
I search the world and look for anything I grasp
but all the things I find, it's like I had 'em in the past
state is getting worse looking for an explanation
my hands are cramping up and my chest is aching
if God is our father why'd he sent us to hell
because it feels like I just been sentanced to jail
the colors don't exist it's just a grayscale
like I'm passing out because I bust the main vein
fragile and depressed with a down state of mind
want to take the darkness out and make it shine
can't seem to find a way to express my agony
you'll find out it's real, when they're bagging me
I never sleep, sleep are little slices of death
feel the darkness and hate inside of my breathe
besides me there's no one that feels the same
no matter what I do I can't seal the pain
Soon to be recorded, only thing missing is the hook.
Copyright KillahGoat 2008
