I don’t make fun of scars cause I don’t have any
I make fun of scars because i have too many.
Whats a scar when its open.
Whatever it is I’ve been
I’m emotionally conflicted, got no feelings like i’m wicked
I’m done the scars I won’t have them anymore
Pick them till they’re gone but that’ll just cause more
I’m torn feeling like a newborn
Cause ignorance is bliss.
If ignorance is bliss it’s because you never heard of it
I’m sorry if I’m in your way but
You’ve ran into a man that doesn’t care about your day.
Pieces of me left in the street
My heart’s filled with sin
My heart’s beat
That’s an excuse to say you’re weak
I’m trying to be intelligent
But I’m living in a world that has sex for the hell of it
No one to love in my life but they expect me to find a wife.
In this world love is a show the show can blow up or I go. Love is as ironic as a puppet on a swing… one can get off but they both have strings. I don’t have time for love morning dove my heart was murdered dear god i can’t let this go further.
I’m growing up
But my mind is slipping up
Maybe i could be the best?
Could I even approach that test
Cause my mind is slowing down
When I think I’m the best i fall where’s my crown but i’m not a king ima circus clown
I’m not in suit I’m inna nightgown
My mind’s too deep
How can I sleep
When I wake up I pray for another day and then I slip away my brain was murdered.
I can’t let this go forward