It was my seven birthday,
They called me menaced and shut my mind down with their own imagination
Too young, too devil to born they said
I came to the point where no one to believing
Said it was too young to think out of the cage
They was sad when I said I want to be me
They said you want to be you, then you lose me
What even I try to forgive when my mind hard to forget
See, the light ever tried to blind me down,
But I said put the light on, more
And **** me
And when will you see I’m trying?
When is the right time to finding me?
The sky is open, same like the wound on my chest
The wound on my arm,
The wound on my heart,
You know you cant see but you kept crafting of it
Hate me hate more if that could make you get the me more
I want to ******* **** it all the way down
But do you see me now?
All the scars was the painless art soul
They draw me, they create me
**** they talked braved me
To the point I hate seeing you smile
To the latest blood from my razor will be my last tears
I hope not to be the one you concern
I hope not to be the one you played
The drama inside your brain,
I’m not the actor
Keep pushing my head down
I’m showing you the hell from it.
I’m showing you the part of me
Which I keep in a hush hush **** my head
They wont tell a lie, they wont find a way.