Screaming, yelling, furniture being rearranged
red lights flashing, thunder is roaring
cries are muffled, pain is burried
Love doesn't exhist!
Love doesn't exhist!
or is it I that has ceased to decist?
hell is all around me, only way to heaven is thru me
me, who am me? or should i say who am i?
nothing! no one! lost! a poor lost soul!
the world is designed to break me- whatever me is
stones, everyone throwing stones
no! everyone is stoned- and therefore throwed
high, not present
light bulbs are on, but no one has learned the lesson
so therefore this day stays on repeat
going through the motions
motions of emotions makes me sick
no medicine is prescribed, because its all in their veins
insane is what i feel
I know its reality! but is it really real?
this vessel Im in- I can't feel
numb and stuck, complaicent is my reality
no superman, no captain save a hoe
oh no! thats la la land
in here is where I must stand
in this fucked up circumstance
Screaming, yelling, furniture being rearranged
red lights flashing, thunder is roaring
cries are muffled, pain is burried
Love doesn't exhist!
Love doesn't exhist!
or is it I that has ceased to decist?
This was written by the little girl that still resides in me, one that grew up around drugs, drinking, and all around disfunction
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