Knock knock
the time she asks whos there
knock knock
i put my fist at the door
knock knock
she answeres
i smile and cry
and i drop to the floor cause its a dream
and shes not there to catch me
so i cry
and on the floor i go knock knock

im pushed away again by her
i try to comfort her but she screams at me to leaver her to her
and so i run and cry
and i get pushed in that dark hole of depression again
i waunt to be happy to be my mental self
but each time i go back
but i dont waunt to
and yet i do
but this time im going to be the deamon they keep pushing
pushing away
but this time ill grab on the ledge
and the next time she pushes me back ill be ready
ready just push back
and no matter what i do
i know she wont feel the same way i do
cause what she does to me i can forgive
i can love
but she keeps pushing me away
so i guess the next time ill let her

Im off my rocker
i admit
but when they come a nocker
i will answere
whith a red smile
out of the sadness
out from the mile
ready to be crazy
so what
ive been through mazy
so i head out
ready to deal whith those sane
and then i head into the out
to the tree
and i laugh and cry
cause thats where she met me
but i laugh
i laugh cause im crazy
im a maniac
im loco
im a psychopath
but im still good
ill help those who are good to
but those hoods
those bullys
they will be those who face me
face the crazy
those who are bullys that think themselves so cool
will beg for forgiveness
because no one deserves what they put upon
what gets put upon me
but im tired of just leting them bully me and bully others
im tired of bieing normal
im always overthinking
but now its there time dont you think
and this shall be my insanety who reaks vengance
this shall be my crazy story

yesterday was the day
the day of blood
the blood sheded for this country
for the not perfect country
we like to say it wonderful
that its beutiful
but realy its not
im living proof
so many people are
people that are left behind
but it doesnt matter cause nothing is perfect
im non perfect
im broken
and so is this country
on the outside people think its wonderful
freedom, lie
the closer you get the darker it gets
but its true sometimes
there are fun and bright parts of this country
america the non perfect

but everyone has a point and say
but so what
nothing is perfect
cause everything is non perfect