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"Frameless"
- Have you ever felt like you have nobody to call family,
- Getting a new step mother and you think to yourself that's not happening,
- Your just trying to do something that makes you happy,
- You keep to yourself and let nobody know whats going on,
- Get so frustrated you go to your room to write and stay calm,
- Shit happens you fuck up and it sticks to you like napalm,
- Trying to figure out a plan like it was in your palm,
- Walking around filled with anger your a ticking time bomb,
- You yell at her telling her she'll never be your mom,
- And all you wish for is for her to be permanently gone,
- She's sarcastic, disrespectful someone you could never get along,
- All you can do is write through the night that is way too long,
- Run away just so you can get a hit from your friend's bong,
- Then a month later you put it all into a song,
- Thinking to yourself are you right or are you wrong,
- You ignore her while she is acting like Donkey Kong,
- She throws barrel's at you while your back is against the wall,
- Sooner or later your going to trip and your going to fall,
- And through the whole fucking thing you have nobody to call,
- Nobody to help you stand tall,
- And the only thing you wanted to do was give it your all,
- Through the whole fucking thing you think you've won,
- Then she gets pissed and call's her son,
- He comes over yelling at you, ''you don't want some'',
- All you want is for this war to be done,
- You think everything is finally cool but you jumped the gun,
- The last thing you can do is run,
- But its the hardest think you can run from,
- Now your stuck feeling dumb,
- All of your feeling's go numb,
- She's that type of person you'd shun,
- She's never paying you feel like a bum,
- Smoke another cigarette as it burns your lungs,
- Leave you're life as how it hung,
- She speaks under her breath like a bee it stung,
- Guilt and trouble is the only thing she brung,
- She stomps on me like I'm some sort of bug,
- From her i never want a hug,
- I'm in need as I bleed all she does is shrug,
- There's a grave with my name and it's already been dug,
- I've been walked over like a mat or rug,
- It's worse I've went from cigarettes to drugs,
- Doing whatever I can to smoke another nug,
- My life is ending nearly time to pull the plug,
- So messed up im seeing double,
- Left my girl fro all the trouble,
- My life and heart is stuck underneath the rubble,
- Gather my team and do a huddle,
- Surprised I have a team from all the struggle,
- Doing what's possible to smuggle,
- Blood drips turn to blood puddles,
- Finally I spoke,
- While blood trickles down my throat,
- Cotton mouth fro all the dope,
- Coming close to tying the rope,
- She still attacks I choke,
- My life I need to grope,
- I need a savior where's the pope,
- Can't chill with her screaming next to my earlobe,
- Just trying to relax and sip a coke,
- World War 3 starts to begin,
- My blood starts to thin,
- It ended terribly I know I've sinned,
- But something in the past had to finish for something like this to begin,
- All I can do is sit there and cringe,
- All I remember before the blackout is the sharp needle of a syringe,
- Waking up grab a cold beverage, citrus orange, (Oringe)
- Feeling the scabs peel from getting hit head to shin,
- All I feel is aggression,
- Sacrificed so much for a huge confession,
- From all the anger I'm stressing,
- A person who doesn't like messing,
- So I have one final question,
- Out of everybody and everything why am I stuck in this therapy session,
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