"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,