Please have a seat and tell me why you're here.

Well I'll start from the beginning, grew up in a broken home were the foundation of my heart started to get cracks and what I mean is I grew up with an abusive dad.

I couldn't understand how someone who's supposed to be the rock won't rock with me and he loved throwing the first stones.

As a kid I felt like I viewed life on the outside cause I didn't know who I was inside so I leaned to keep the house the clean just don't look under the rug.

As life progressed I learned that people like to wear masks to mask the pain of abuse, neglect and trauma but take off the mask and you'll see a face with scars from trail of tears.

Doc can you please help me? I'm lost inside and this inner child won't stop crying. He's lost in the grocery store and they keep calling me to come get him but I keep going down the wrong aisle.

Put in my headphones, with my eyes closed and I think I'm finally starting to see that it's not ghost I'm afraid... I'm really afraid of...me.

Oh yes, yes, it's me
Want to make you laugh? Just pull my strings.
Want me to make you feel better like it's therapy?
Medicate the things you run from with scriptures out of context
It's such a lonely road and I can barely see who's in front of me... can you help me find my contacts?

See I think God allowed me to preach but not to a congregation but to this person inside who I hide, hoping he stays behind, so I can keep this act up cause I'm afraid I might act up and people gonna see that I'm not preaching to the congregation but to the person I keep imitatin.

This hollow shell inside my chest, this faint heartbeat might be the thing that steals my last breath.

Things I thought I had buried are now resurrecting so I've got two options.. either finally face them or keep running and say "forget it"

Some days I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for the better half of me to finally come and get me but I'm always hiding in the shadows of who I used to be so the only I can be free is if someone turns the light on.

You grew through the concrete like a rose
Now when I see you I see a ghost.

Hi, my name is Adam and I'm an addict
I'm the part of Adam he's tried hiding in the attic thinking he can tame..that he can grasp it.

See ladies and gentlemen I'm the things he won't face, I'm the hurts, habits and hang ups that he can't deal with so he takes some meds, reads a book, says a prayer and hopes I'll die real quick.

I always come back like **** cause he only kills the fruit not the root of the issues and so thanks for letting me speak. I think Adam's finally gonna let me breathe.

This person I can no longer hide
The one I've kept secret to keep my pride.
He loves telling lies and always has allabies and acts like Dr. Jekyll but really knows he's Mr.Hyde

Open your eyes and realize
Reach your conclusion and stop with the illusion because it's you that you are foolin.

Your name on my tongue is bittersweet
Your words go through me like a ghost
Sitting right next to you and we're still not close.

Should I shut the door and let the memories be your replacement?
You can see the emptiness inside of me and you know I can't fake this.