La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees