The past ain't what it used to be,
So now you won't let it breathe,
So now you're buried with your misery.

A deranged,
Left estranged,
Egomaniac.

Oh I'm never good enough for you,
Am I?
Oh just let me start my motivation up,
Just for you to feel satisfied!
When are you gonna realize,
That my life is not yours to define?

Well if it's just an excuse,
Then I won't bother explaining anything to you.

Sometimes I imagine you listen when I speak,
Instead of eyeing me up like candy,
And when you couldn't have me anymore,
You flayed my flesh and laid it out on the porch.

Do I look young?
Do I look fresh?
Am I a lamb who's legal to touch?
Do I look dumb?
Do I look plush?
Am I a lamb who's legal to touch?

Now I go to meet someone new,
But all I can hear is this fear,
That they'll have me only because,
I've got these wide, large eyes,
With a slim, slender physique.

Water me down, flower kid,
To a seed in the ground.

There's no such thing as wanting to die,
You're just a silly sad butterfly,
Plummeting gracefully from the sky.

Caught in this trap,
One made by my own hands,
At least that's what I tell myself,
Am I just a cog in a turning machine?

Ballerina come 'round,
Look at me in the face,
Drop your guard now,
Get out of this nightmare.

When my voice is so loud,
How do you not hear me speak?
When I tell you these words,
About the pain I have felt,
You only speak from the pain that you've dealt.

Everyone watches my mess,
Seeing as I continue to confess,
To the times that I committed crimes,
Crimes that hurt as I wrote these rhymes.

And so.
In a process of elimination,
From head to toes,
I found that my conscience was guilty,
A list is cannot write but only feel,
What if I said I wasn't sorry,
For once.

Everyone watches my mess,
Seeing as I continue to confess,
To the times that I committed crimes,
Crimes that hurt as I wrote these rhymes.