Reflections

And so our story begins

Starve The Ego, Feed The Soul

He always seemed like an outcast, always picked last
Always perched alone in his room, thinkin about
How to make the time go past just a little bit faster

He always was a loner, not a stoner, just a kid
Thinking about isotopes, just a skrid alone in his own home
Always made it know that he would be an organ donor

He always was a good kid, never was a hoodlum
Gave it everything he could give
Just for the chance to be a saint and he sure did

But maybe he just wants to be left alone

He never asked for much, he never knew how to use a clutch
Not dumb, just stubborn, always looking for cover
From the war in his home that never ceased to atone
Roaming the globe inside of his dome
Searching for hope but there was never any to be found
Inside of his genome

A little bit of book smart, a little bit of street smart
With a sweet heart
Looking for the one to praise the days they had together
Until the day they had to depart into a new clean start

But maybe he just wants somewhere he can call home

But then he grew up just a little messed up in his head
Thinks he's better of dead, his life is like a needle in a thread
Always seeing red, always waking up to dread and despair
But don't you dare tell him he needs to go get some fresh air
'Cause he doesn't care, his breed is rare

He'll tell you, for your sins, you need to atone

He's not a man of faith, he gave up on that straight out the gate
Born to pray to God but only until he was 8
He was taken away from everything, hoped and prayed
Too little, Too late
And nothing is ever gonna be the same again

He moved from a trap house to a glass house
But he can't see past his own reflection
Deception pointing out every little imperfection

Reflections