They said when I grew up I'd be nothing but a screw up
Instead of focusing on that how about check out who filled my cup
I wasn't born this crazy I'm a product of my environment
It's not my fault I was the devils twisted fucked up experiment
Feels like these chains I carry are dragging more and more
To get up and do regular things is more than a chore
Days are vivid blurring or like I'm on a fast forward button
The crazy came back and is darker and harder to outrun
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