9-19-07
Some times I wonder if this pain is for real
It is real to me, the way I feel
As I peel my skin from my hand
To reveal my inner self
Its taken me all this time to
Grow this thick skin
Seconds for you rip it off
Never knew I was living with a little whore
Pain is such a thrill to me
Change is a pill I down daily
Maybe I don’t wanna live in this world
Make up to you, in the story's I tell
Bleeding on the page is great for all
Never living in the state of hate
Dyeing in the tree of life
Branching off to free fall
Skin is thick skin is soft
Long time no see seems like your out
Come play my dear
So times I feel as this as I can be what im not ment to be
So back with this pack of hate and rage