Its been hard to write
My tongues' tied tight
My thoughts lay light
I cant dive deep in my thoughts
Or I could drown tonight
The water in my lungs
Is filling up my eyes  
The songs I've sung
Arent doing me right

"I've been living lies." I say

The therpist replies

"What do you mean, are you alright?"

"No, if he ever came into my sight.
I wouldnt just fight him
I think I might shot him in the thigh
Throw away his perverted crack high,
Ask him if hes a fine. If he replies, continue to shot him until he isnt alive."


Thought         
                  The gunshots loud
        I pout thinking about what he  
                  did to his son and I
Some things I could never say aloud
End Thought

"Woah, how come you hate him?"

"Because he shaped my life then
.... until now."