It seems the plot is still distorted.
These people must be demented because there’s no way in hell the same would be for it.
I find it hard to show truth.
But I’ve been lost for so long in the fact that my existence is so misconstrued.
So as I figure out what went wrong and where to go next,
I’ll try to regain my lost feelings in my chest.
As I hope that the plot doesn’t turn into more of a wreck.

With my being constantly rearranging, can I find it in me to make my life change?
I know In life nothing is ever as it seems, but can I please just hide in my dreams?
Because my life for too long has been falling apart at the seams.
I’m losing love and I don’t know if I’ll ever find anything I can keep.
So as I try to overcome the torment.
I’ll hope that soon all of this lies dormant.

With my eyes set on the shoreline, will I have to be worried about getting washed away in the tides?
I want to find meaning, and not have to hide.
But what I’ve been escaping is my untimely demise.
So as I wait to watch the flowers bloom, and escape the torment that took my life too soon.
I’ll hope I can find out what to do.
Until I can travel along the skyline into a brighter hue.

Petty people, petty lives, petty games.
I’m sanely going insane.
There’s no point to this *******.
It’s always my life that stays in remiss.
Why the can’t this fuckery get dismissed?
No ones life should be this hard to live.
So as I hope they stop they’re stupid little games, I’ll try to find a change of pace.
Because this isn’t a battle of wits, it’s some demented race.
I’m sick of the masquerades *******, just let me find a better place.

This whole town is worse than the plague.
I know I shouldn’t be like them but they drive me insane.
I don’t know what to do because I’m strapped on the floor.
This petty torment turned me into someone worse than what happened before.
So why are they doing the same thing over again?
I’m a product of what I hate and I can’t escape but it doesn’t matter what’s said.
So as I try to find the pieces of my fragmented being, I’ll hope that it’s truth that people start conceiving.
Because this nonsense has no logic or any common ground, I’ve lived my life through a losing battle and I still can’t get used to the sound.

Where’s your jugular I want to rip it to shreds. Start at you knee caps and tear open your heads.
I don’t care what you have planned next.
Because I hate you all so much I want the whole universe dead.

All the good got ****** away.
My mind is like a killer and I hope they all get slain.
I’d do it myself but I don’t know where they’re hiding.
I try to show truth but they always deny it.
I’m on my last stand with nothing but hate in my heart.
I don’t know where I’m headed but I know I’ll soon depart.
Why take it this far with no regard?
Who knew getting rid of the problems would be this hard.