Guess it comes with the persona I’m chasing
Before I was me…you loved me
I don’t really know you
We don’t really connect…static
I mean I stomach…
That’s hard to say about someone you are supposed to love
The only person one is supposed to love
The mother that gave birth to you
Now the only thing I am missing is everything else
Grave dug no way it gets deeper
Dirt beside me
My heart may harm me
Everything you do alarms me
I get away to calm me
Your soul I deny
Die with this feeling I might
Where do I qualify?
Where do I apply?
To do away with me
To break away from me
Now the world may realize how fucked up I have become
Acting like time is up
That it would take another world…
To make me a better son