When I got sick, I thought my life was over
I remember picturing myself walking through the woods
Noose in hand; while the doctor was talking
My demons do nothing less than stalk me
Everyone in my life mocks me
They walk on eggshells
Because I have no tale-tell sign of impending explosion
No canary in the mine of my mind
I should hide my face more often when I cry; Because I’m an ugly crier
I love deep fried anything
You hate it when I sing
Cause I’m off-key
But I have a lot to say
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
When I got sick, I thought my life was over
I remember picturing myself walking through the woods
Noose in hand; while the doctor was talking
My demons do nothing less than stalk me
Everyone in my life mocks me
They walk on eggshells
Because I have no tale-tell sign of impending explosion
No canary in the mine of my mind
I should hide my face more often when I cry; Because I’m an ugly crier
I love deep fried anything
You hate it when I sing
Cause I’m off-key
But I have a lot to say