You were my own blood,
yet you kept my face in the mud,
I grew to hate myself,
just like a bad item on the shelf,
ashamed and running away in my mind every day...

How could our blood be so different?
Made me feel indifferent,
I broke like a mirror into three,
if you know all of them you would flee.
Oh how I craved your wrath.

You pay me like you would a slave,
my sum of $10 a month thinking I won't misbehave,
I am the shadow of your existence.
Although you created the distance,
It's over now your thin blood explains it all.

I have all of your screams and insanity engraved in my mind,
now deal with me and I knew I was blind,
you kept me in the dark,
you wanted me to never hark,
I have exposed you and you can't make me go away!

Your living nightmare,
no longer your liar,
I was slightly wiser,
you played me exactly like you wanted to...
I still cry tears in your name too.

You own me and the death of me,
for both will bring joy and set sorrow free,
I wish to die,
Why even try?
You shredded my soul and left a blackness in my heart.

When we were kids we played with imagination,
we would be doctors and laugh at damnation,
we even dreamed of being the president of a nation.
Times changed as winters got colder,
eventually we grow older.

Socializing as if your life depended on customer service,
You pushed me away hard and I got nervous,
once so close but now I can't recognize you...
How do you sleep at night being so fake?
You're now my two-faced idol and nothing but a snake.

Can we pretend none of this ever happened?
Ahhhhhhh, your dreams are reality,
I'm left with my morality,
never changing me...
You've got amnesia now that you used me.

Everybody is dying,
some faster than others,
alcoholics gambling with fate,
drinking every last drop of death,
while cancerous tributes weep every hour.

It's God's way...
of saying we are not in control.
Science says we know it all but a new disease,
can cause infertility,
can cause insanity,
even suffocation.

The millions we leave are spent,
our funeral is grand,
our memories are laughs,
our families content,
it all *ends.

My heart is chopped up like someone suicidal,
maybe I'm homicidal.
NO!  Those cuts never hurt,
instead they incited the inert.
Completely numb, confused and alone.

Was I born with a rotten heart?
Or did I never have one like a piece of art?
Could this be a cruel joke?
Will I join the '27 Club' as someone spoke?
Well I'm part of a black art.

You won't see me die,
not today, not tomorrow, not ever...
but you will see me cry forever.
I will fall apart,
all for you.