I Don't know
You'll yell to the world
“I'm a brand new man”
Well When do you start
That's just a lie
A cover up
Of who you are
You can't help nor control this
It'll maybe be better if you didn't know shit
If you was brain dead
Would it be bliss to have such ignorance
You hate to talk
So you Bite down on your tongue
Until you feel pain
Cause your life is in shambles engulfed in flames
while your memories go up in smoke
You didn't feel anything
when you would get lifted and float
On cloud nine thinking about you
And the poems that I wrote
You're fragile
while people have bullet proof coats
Your “real friends” don't seem to notice a thing
And that's what hurts the most.
That's understandable
To give up and cry
And since we are Tyree we often want to die
Have someone better take our place
Erase my life and switch their fate
All I have left is a sliver of faith
I have When things ain't going great
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