i don't know
((wrote this yesterday. i guess its okay, there's no chorus but i'll do that later... so... just read the whole thing threw. ha.))
Now I don't know how longer I can stay here and take all this bullshit,
that everyone of you spit.
Been listening to every 2 bits.
I get to mad, raising me to lift every word out of my mouth.
Won't stop me when you get me to shout.
Taking into consideration what your about.
But ya'll make mistakes and I doubt that you have any idea how it really is.
Living in your fairytale and you might of felt love,
but it doesn't come without some taste of hell.
The hands can touch, the nose can smell, the mouth can taste, but the eyes can tell all sort of lies that you let me see.
The subconsious mind is what acts freely.
And I don't know if it's just me but the keenly thoughts keep coming and I haven't forgot one memory of happiness, anger, or when the shots wre fired.
I grew up trying to admire any man for a father figure.
I just couldn't seem to aquire any sort of regular status,
how all the other kids got wired off the story their parents would read them.
I was making my own, with sad themes and where the problem never got solved.
They called me a bit odd for knowing so much.
Growing up believing god would show me my door to escape this insanity that was growing in my head more and more every day.
Was four when I first noticed that I was different from most kids.
Now I'm sixteen and I did get rid of my depression.
But I'm still trying to leave and impression on this classic situation.
Getting everyone's attention.
But not letting myself show to much affection.
And it seems that all my built up agression is not from my own possessions,
but from all these stupid people that I talk to at school, the people that I walk with on the streets, the people I mock in these writings.
And I'm so tired of listening to each and everyone of you.
If you knew me, then you knew that i mostly lied and was hardly true.
Only one thing left to do.
So I'm here to say bye.
So don't say hi to me,
cuz I knew there was a heaven but I just couldn't find it.
Now I don't know how longer I can stay here and take all this bullshit,
that everyone of you spit.
Been listening to every 2 bits.
I get to mad, raising me to lift every word out of my mouth.
Won't stop me when you get me to shout.
Taking into consideration what your about.
But ya'll make mistakes and I doubt that you have any idea how it really is.
Living in your fairytale and you might of felt love,
but it doesn't come without some taste of hell.
The hands can touch, the nose can smell, the mouth can taste, but the eyes can tell all sort of lies that you let me see.
The subconsious mind is what acts freely.
And I don't know if it's just me but the keenly thoughts keep coming and I haven't forgot one memory of happiness, anger, or when the shots wre fired.
I grew up trying to admire any man for a father figure.
I just couldn't seem to aquire any sort of regular status,
how all the other kids got wired off the story their parents would read them.
I was making my own, with sad themes and where the problem never got solved.
They called me a bit odd for knowing so much.
Growing up believing god would show me my door to escape this insanity that was growing in my head more and more every day.
Was four when I first noticed that I was different from most kids.
Now I'm sixteen and I did get rid of my depression.
But I'm still trying to leave and impression on this classic situation.
Getting everyone's attention.
But not letting myself show to much affection.
And it seems that all my built up agression is not from my own possessions,
but from all these stupid people that I talk to at school, the people that I walk with on the streets, the people I mock in these writings.
And I'm so tired of listening to each and everyone of you.
If you knew me, then you knew that i mostly lied and was hardly true.
Only one thing left to do.
So I'm here to say bye.
So don't say hi to me,
cuz I knew there was a heaven but I just couldn't find it.