Burned

One of the symptoms is you won't find help
It was a coincidence I even found myself
In the scrapples of this hell
My brother handled the cards he held
By acting out, throwing what was dealt
We didn't have place for priorities
I can't remember what involved the authorities
But the majority of time spent
In the center's all bent around it all went horribly wrong
So I write these song, to condone the past tensions
All past tense, pretending problems don't affect my senses
But I can't see and I can't feel
And if I die this will set me free
Cause in my definition, I'm not living
I'm stuck in this rot, my bedroom, my prison
Assumed this dark room healed my wounds but it didn't
So I'm forever doomed to wear masked feeling
Fuck it, and when your mom can barely walk
And you dad he rarely talks cause the house fell apart
You're forced to be a rock, these feeling locked in a box
And toss these things so far in hopes of a new start
And when you're 12, that's something you shouldn't feel
I fell further than I ever thought possible
I was put on the shelf
And I have no one to blame, so I blame myself
For all the loneliness, the depressed mindset
And where it stems, the su