I'm Done

I really hate that im never taken seriously, as they critically accuse

me

of stealing what i am fursiouly i try to respond back, but its more than

that

its a full on attack, i hate that i seem so far from my friends,

like if i was gone

they wouldnt have known when, or that my family hates me and all that

i am

id probaly laugh if i got a call yeah like they give a damn, no one

seemed to care

when i was going through hell, thats why i write my music everyday

so i have

something to swell, all the pain thats inside when i want to ball up

and cry but i cant and i know

that all i have can be cold, so i try to start a fire but it always comes

but the ashes are too old

and i can be a prick, i swear the doctors say my skull is 8 miles thick.

i just want to be known like everyone else, maybe if i work at it long

enoughill have a grammy to throw on to my shelf,

see now your thinkging to big, do you even have the balls to commit,

everyone lies behind your back saying your good when your not, like

when you said the date on your ablum and they all forgot, or not

anything to anyone so why you even trying

cause i want to care for myself im so interested in surviving.

i want to be the best

and i know its out of reach, but if i could just get a step ladder to say

my fucking speech

like i have a dream that one day ill become the king, and that no matter what

wall comes in my way ill be able to do anything. Thats all i want they

dont want it for

me well i know its up front, but i want it for everyone that why i try to

hard

when you spend all your time in this game your life turns to broken

shards

i want to let the world know im just like all of you, except the bitches

and cocksuckers

no one is talking to you

i mean the socially weird and the unhumanlly awkward

if we rise up know they will all know we recovered,

from the hurtful words and putting us down, time to kill the game till

they

call it our town, and if we fail then thats just it, but i know we wont

we all go hard when we spit. about shit that means the most to us

we get kicked down and we readjust

this shits a must, and we wont stop till we just fill it up

to the brim with gasoline until it busts

so thats just it now its over, we are who we are dont need a four leaf

clover

aint no luck can put us where were at, the only thing that can do that

is time elapsed. and a fucking baseball bat