Warped and Twisted
Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside, I'm warped and twisted
So many tricks and so many lies
Too many 'when's' and too many 'why's'
Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted
I'm just me, warped and twisted
Sleeping awake and choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind; the numbers unlisted
Lost on someone so warped and twisted
I'm on my knees, alive but dead
Look at all the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow
Today’s just yesterday’s tomorrow
The sun dries out, the ashes sifted
But I'm still here, warped and twisted
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