How could you say pain freed me?
You played w/ me again like your favorite CD.
The heat,
it repeats.
Starts at my legs,
then up to my head.
The anger gets collected,
like money at a bank.
I'm always down cause you make me feel at last rank.
My knuckles are swollen.
You continue to pretend.
I've gotten over my suicide phase.
But everywhere I turn, I burn
because I can't escape this maze.
What the hell is your problem?
You make me sick and green like a gem.
I wish i could emanate
the hate
because this isn't apart of my fate
but I guess its too late.
Its now permanent.
My soul is bent.
My wisdom is gone.
Don't know right from wrong.
It crosses a line so much its not disrespect.
Aren't you surprised I haven't left yet?
Its and addiction fighting you, so I'll stay here.
Like an alcoholic endlessly sipping on beer.
When your not looking, I'll come from the rear.
But you might sense I'm near.
I know you'll be hurt, I'll tie the score.
You'll be gone when I break you in the mirror.
