Ive tried to soar free as a bird,
Free of my cares,
(these scars)
My emotional wares,
Yet I've failed each time
Its not my fault though
You have to believe me its not
Im not the one to drag me down with these acidic anxieties
that fill me up and burn me out,
Your the one that makes me this way
hollowed out and broken,
Whats left to say?
Is that im here and I'm used
broken and thrown away,
"you must pay"
they said each time
as if for a crime I've (never) committed
a wrong that I have (never) done
Call me a liar,
but I think their wrong
I think they're out to get me
I think that I'm their chew toy
the one no matter how bruised and broken
seems as though it can go another round
In this maelstrom of hate bitterness and plagueful actions
I know I'm crazy for saying this but,
I know its not my fault its not.
right?