There is a reason for things I do, don't waste your time seeing from my point of view. Not hard headed by design or hap-hazardly refined. Quiet kid, real awkward at times but I'll smilebig and welcome you with open arms. Cars crash in front of me metal shards I will miss, neighbors robbing banks; they have a shoot out with the cops. None of this I notice, cause I'm trapped in my own thoughts, dwell in this living hell I've made for myself. Try to break free but things don't match up in the end, keep missing my mark again and again, like I'm swinging into nothing. This is the pain you will never see wrapped up deep inside of me, binds my limbs smothers my heart with my soul screaming to be free. Wipe steam from the mirror though I'm sickened by what I see, want to spit in my own face, how do you love when it's you... you hate. This is the pain you will never see wrapped up deep inside of me, binds my limbs smothers my heart with my soul screaming to be free. Kicking myself at the end of the day for things I did or didn't say. Can it really be this bad, I guess I got to learn to laugh
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