suffering ID
Trauma
They don't understand
That I've got all these issues
And life don't go as planned
My mind (My mind)
I only cry two times a year
On the shower floor
Music blasting so
Nobody can hear
Cuz consciously
I'm evergreen
Subconsciously
My mind just bleeds
Onto these pages that I read
When voices keep on telling me
My my
Yeahhhhh
Suffering id
Why can't it give
Love affection and care all to him
I'm done with these games
I wanna runaway
Father
I feel like a disgrace
Cuz they wrote me off with sin
And claimed my fall from your grace
Doctor
You called my thoughts impure
Actions unspeakable
But I'm redeemable
If I build a web of lies
My mind
So impressionable
Was only seventeen
Still so naive
In your unholy cause
I drive west side and I see that sign
Vision blurry
We live in a better time
Why worry
Everything starts scaring me
Someone mentions therapy
In my my
Yeahhhhhh
Suffering id
Why can't it give
Cuz it's been pillaged and ravaged and skinned
I'm done with these games
I wanna runaway
Suffering id
Why can't it give
Love affection and care all to him
I'm done with these games
I wanna runaway
But I won't
They don't understand
That I've got all these issues
And life don't go as planned
My mind (My mind)
I only cry two times a year
On the shower floor
Music blasting so
Nobody can hear
Cuz consciously
I'm evergreen
Subconsciously
My mind just bleeds
Onto these pages that I read
When voices keep on telling me
My my
Yeahhhhh
Suffering id
Why can't it give
Love affection and care all to him
I'm done with these games
I wanna runaway
Father
I feel like a disgrace
Cuz they wrote me off with sin
And claimed my fall from your grace
Doctor
You called my thoughts impure
Actions unspeakable
But I'm redeemable
If I build a web of lies
My mind
So impressionable
Was only seventeen
Still so naive
In your unholy cause
I drive west side and I see that sign
Vision blurry
We live in a better time
Why worry
Everything starts scaring me
Someone mentions therapy
In my my
Yeahhhhhh
Suffering id
Why can't it give
Cuz it's been pillaged and ravaged and skinned
I'm done with these games
I wanna runaway
Suffering id
Why can't it give
Love affection and care all to him
I'm done with these games
I wanna runaway
But I won't
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Writer(s): Aaron Rad
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