Ripped open; torn by a dream.
Can't see, what they've always seen.
The clues to what these thoughts all mean,
And why when waking the slate's whipped clean.
Lost, confused by my own choices.
Why do I listen the the evil voices?
I temporarily block them with music and noises.
I see the pre-me and heed warnings that boy gives.
Remembering to forget,
The obstacles that I met,
And the leather straps I bit,
To ease the pain that hit.
I question why,
Everyone's taken by,
The transparent lie,
That I'm not worth a try.
