You don't know about this life I write of, this havoc I see
If you saved all the tears around me it would be Deeper than the sea
Seeing mothers with big belly's and little kids selling there flatscreen tv
Or the dads all flipped out mad as a bumblebee
House full of crazies all looking st each other in some kind of way
And always feels like the sickest ones come out at night and can't keep away
Gunshots are my lullaby and sirens race by my neighborhood so regularly
Walking around with a knife opened in my sweater I don't like particularly
The nightmare you dream of is my life in all reality
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