left.

i pick up a pen and try to draw

a picture of me standin tall

in a hall with no wall that can't be crawled and

thoughts that can really be outfought

where i don't have to show my middle finger to the lord

a place of life that has no curtain call

But the more i tryna draw the more it brings me pain

all the stains i wish i had not attained

its outta restrain

its tearin me inside out like the cocaine in my vein

im goin insane

cant explain

how i feel the world is fallin on me like the acid rain

On a paper so torn up im puttin the puzzles back

everyday people walks up to me and they tryna fake

i dream all these people can be a dream i forsake

just for a moment

but this life has no goddamn coffee break

they wear you up its hard to stay awake

i brake

i see all they ever wanted is just to make me mad

and everytime i do they want me to lose my head

this is when i realize composure is hard to take

we have no choice but all slowly learn to hate

its fate

we all got addicted to fuck the words they say

we dont fuckin' care

its too much for us to bear

life isn't fair and no one can repair

maybe you can understand when we all have the different dad.