I sit here, thinking about what I did.
About now, and when i was a kid.
Looking on what my life has delt me.
What I was, and what I can be.
Everything to me is so dark.
Every pain leaves a mark.
My arms filled with scars.
Taken away, a white room with bars.
Soft coats that bind my arms.
Dreams of live on farms.
Away from anyone, and everyone.
Who will know the sound of gun.
No one will see, no one will know.
There is nothing for me to show.
Music is my only escape.
Something to make my soul gape.
To seem open wide.
Nothing I can hide.
Can never seem to feel good.
Never to be happy, like I could.
Unseeable by the world population.
I just want a solid loving relation.