Call me what i ain’t
Tell me i ain’t a saint
Tell me i’m to blame
Express your pain
Tell how inhumane i became
How my restraints let go when i became strange
No way to obtain
Outraged when you made me deranged
Tired of adults telling me it’ll be okay
Then after the next day
It replays
Like a song overplayed on the radio
Like a race you have to embrace the runners pace
Sick to the stomach
Brain’s losing nuts and bolts
Knowing myself, i’m a hypocrite
Coulda lost my vocal chords for saying i don’t believe in the holy lord
To all friends that are close-knit
Sorry if i put an end to our relationship
Sorry lord only way i can talk to you is through this keyboard
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