more of a rap:
I find my mind start to wonder in places it shouldn't be,
i see messed up things someone normal wouldn't see.
But what can you expect living in a broken home?
You know something wrong when you feel safer alone.
I feel like one day i'll walk in to see bodys all over the floor,
i'll have a gun in my hand covered in blood, guts and gore.
But i won't know what happened,
won't know that it was me.
i'd call the cops,
thinking someone else is guilty.
My mind starts twitchen,
memorys glitchen.
Feelin need to ****,
because im enjoying the thrill.
i know it's bad, but it satisfies my needs,
i'm just hopin that the cops don't have any leads.
i grew up a victim of paranoia and depression,
now im standing tall making all my confessions.
This song ain't a rhyme it's a warning,
because im gonna be a killer by the morning.