Therapy
• Written by okamigod
Well
I started to see visions.
I make big hearted decisions.
about ideas i've been pitching.
I work hard for provisions.
These scars got me bitching.
When i play guitar in the kitchen,
I see the stars that i'm ditching.
I leave the scarfs that i'm stitching.
Like Bruno Mars , my brain is switching.
Behind these bars , i'm reminiscing
about the time i spent wishing
that dad would take me fishing.
Now i'm sad that im missing him.
I got so mad now I'm dissing him.
my mom's glad that I'm pissed at him.
Now I'm bad , and no one's listening.
But I'm calm now , I'm tame.
My palms are down , I feel lame.
I'm sick of playing this game (hide and seek)
You prick! I'm going insane!
Go lick a dick , you fucked my brain.
I try to stick , so i stay sane.
Great , now I sound like Bane.
sucking on blunts like candy canes...
(Smoking is bad and can cause lung cancer.
Don't start.)
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okamigod
Member since June 1 2017