There is a reason for the things I do, dont waste your time seeing from my point of view. Not hard headed by design or haphazardly refined. Quiet kid, real awkward at times but Ill smile big and welcome you with open arms. Cars crash in front of me metal shards I will miss, neighbors robbing banks they have a shoot out with the cops. None of this I notice, cause Im trapped in my own thoughts, dwell in this living hell Ive made for myself. Try to break free but things dont match up in the end, keep missing my mark again and again, like Im swinging into nothing. This is the pain you will never see wrapped up deep inside of me, binds my limbs smothers my heart with my soul screaming to be free. Wipe steam from the mirror though Im sickened by what I see, want to spit in my own face, how do you love when its you... you hate. This is the pain you will never see wrapped up deep inside of me, binds my limbs smothers my heart with my soul screaming to be free. Kicking myself at the end of the day for things I did or didnt say. Can it really be this bad, I guess I got to learn to laugh
smother, limb, bind, wrapped, haphazardly