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This Comes From A Dark Place... Could be Hard to Read For Some

I feel like i’m banging my head off the wall and I can’t stop it,
Searchin the parking lot for the chance of a dropped locket,
Ready to use a pistol pull it back but I can’t cock it,
And I’d pay to have it fixed but all my cash… the banks got it,
I’m sick of the fact that i’m still livin in the same house i was born-in,
And I consider killing myself every “first thing in the mornin’”,
I try to have a good day, but I go out and the clouds swarm-in,
Capable of destroying, everything like a volcano that lays dormant,
And everytime I muster up the strength to turn around,
Its like the devil heard the sound, And with one finger-snap its burnin down,
And I can’t take it, yet I choose to still exist,
Tired of it dribblin down my leg everytime I take it piss,
Wishing it was deeper… by accident I knick my wrist,
Throwin up at the future… I’m so fucking sick of this,
Dissapointed in my own pitiful dishonestness,
Lost my faith amongst these reoccuring nightmares and broken promises,

They say life is exactly what you make it,
But my fist’s is broken and my palms is cracked so I can’t make shit,
I look into the mirror and I pray for a facelift,
The sun is shining, but today I just can’t fucking face it,

The sun is rising, but everyday I feel a storm,
And with all these holes in my shoes whats the point to put ‘em on,
I was in love once, but a long time ago, those days are gone,
And I don’t trust therapy, so I can only sit down and make a song,
And it alleviates the pain, but only for a moment,
Its so hard to run away, when you are your own oponent,
They say the key to life, is timing and survival,
I’m behind the wheel doing a buck-fifty, but I can’t release the blindfold,
And i’m stammerin’ and scamperin’, so much fucking anxiety,
I’d ask my family if I’ve gone crazy, but I know they’d just fucking lie to me,
They say the world is filled with gold and truthfullness,
But all i see is plated bronze, a place so cold and full of ruthlessness,
I’ve been lied to, back-stabbed, and fully taken advantage,
Trying to figure out what the fuck stoppin’ me from a rampage,
And its only in my mothers face I can truly see the damage,
I want to fix it so bad, but theres no physical place… to place the bandage,

They say life is exactly what you make it,
But my fist’s is broken and my palms is cracked so I can’t make shit,
I look into the mirror and I pray for a facelift,
The sun is shining, but today I just can’t fucking face it,

I work the same job, every day its never changing,
Full of racists, and every face is ever aging,
I look into their eyes, slowly their minds are stuck-and spacing,
And while they all slow down, my heart speeds up its fucking racing,
I suppose they already chose, and their choice was acceptance,
Try to sleep but my legs won’t stop twitching, silent, I hear noise forever restless,
Its driving me to the point, where I might just go and end it,
No longer living for myself, I stay breathing for my family and friends its-,
Hard to open my mouth, to articulate my thoughts,
My will to live… for “your heavan’s” sake is lost,
But I stick around… just in case its not,
Except my patience is wearing thin, and everyday is long,
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, I search for the answer,
Humanity itself is attacking my last nerve worse than a cancer,
I’d elude to a change of heart, but I see no rat(ional) pretending,
And this is not a fairly tale. There need not be a happy ending…

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A look at life. A realization that everything is collapsing. A in depth look at the thoughts laying under the surface of a person who puts a smile on the face of everyone around him. Who’s life seems so “interesting” to everyone else.

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