So, I grew up, built myself to be more than just walked all over,
Is that what made you all turn your backs and cowardly walk away?
Yeah, I ****** up, yet admitted it, that's more than any of you can say.
I finally stood up for myself and stopped taking ******* with a closed mouth,
after all I did hold something worth value, maybe not to any of you, but to those who truely matter.
If I were the puerile person, I'd harbor tons of grudges on you, like the ones you callowly place upon me.
No, I'm not claiming to be above it all or some kind of self righteous *****,
I've done enough **** to fill the septic, but all I'm saying is you have to own it.
We're all human, all the same, liars and cheaters, lovers and seekers,
we all have our own blame to take.
Yet, you'll get no where blaming flaw and fault on those trying to help.
Open the eyes you so blindingly use to perceive your own made up lies,
Maybe then you'll be able to see love conquering those who choose to hate only over their own self deprecation.

Growing up is realizing that most everyone never means what they say,
it's the proof that no one actually loves nor cares for you,
but the things you can provide them with and serve to them.
Growing up is seeing how complicated and mischievous the world really is in the reality we live,
it's noticing the pieces fitting together in a ****** off puzzle no one pays any mind to figure out,
wondering through streets and transparency of all whom fill them.
Growing up is publishing the truth and the mighty glory it with holds,
it's figuring out what no one really cares to perceive in honesty.
Growing up is having your heart broken by those who once promised to put it back together and never having them back as you thought it was before because, you see through it all, through than and the faults.

Pretend that you help me, oh yeah, you already do.
Slip on these clothes and drench yourself in your silly perfume,
cause there's nothing really left of you.
Smile towards others so it puts yourself at ease,
honestly, your only excuse is being lonely.
A pair of glasses is quite useless without both lens,
For that could be why you can't seem to see your tricks.
In your head you're always right,
that is why the sensibility has left,
which you've cramed with false sympathy.
You used to be so generous and your smile so bright,
who took it? who took your left eye?
you still seem to sleep at night after all you do,
i'm not sure what allows you to pursue.
Forget all the things you promised me before,
in fact, forget me completely, it's not like you can see me,
A memory, i'm nothing more.
I wish I could evince this behavior to you,
yet, you surely wouldn't care if it were shown through,
A sympathetic ambiance simply used for a disguise,
Who took it? Who took your left eye?

They sit until stirred through the air by stomping feet,
their beauty left behind in an abundance of forgotten fate,
dirtied by the bottoms of soles whom drift with paltry paths.
Have they any recognition for their once grandeur existance,
or the visually vibrant ambiance they had to relinquish?
They go disregarded by many whom hold the same discouraging weight,
their fractured features left by the taughting aura of the feet,
mistaken for nothing but miniscule fragments of the world.
People try to propogate some sort of prominent impact,
and end up forgetting that everyone leaves.

Riiing, Riiing, silence calls,
in your ear, time dissolves.
You can't hang up or
even wait for it to end.
It's inevitable not to answer.
Riiing, Riiing, silence beckons,
in your mind, it's only seconds.
It will drive you crazy
until you pick it up.
You aren't the only one today.
Riiing, Riiing, silence calls,
if you decide to ignore it,
that ringing in your ear starts to drive you insane.

I've learned a few things from you
And from the situation, a multitude.
I'm not to blame, for you can't just point fingers to relieve your shame.
You know, it's hurt in a way,
showed me how ungrateful I am to those who make me feel home.
I'd rather be learning, seeing lessons up close,
Than concealed and shushed to safety.
These experiences create me.
I never knew how long I could with stand pacing.
Do not run and hide, you'll always be with your own self,
It's pointless when your shadow is chasing.
I've witnessed your soul turn frail,
I've seen every part of you, every slick inch,
I've touched your every darkened scale.
Is it sickening to watch yourself wither?
You ought to satisfy the hunger,
that grumbling is being mistaken,
misheard for pity rather than what it's supposed to be,
forgiveness, in yourself,
which, in return, may set you free.