My mind is always labyrinths of lies,
Always makes me the master of disguise,
Whenever I choose to sort it out,
It fills my life with oh so much doubt.
I love to hide; I love to run,
And put these bullets in this gun,
As I put the barrel to my face,
I scream "come on I just want an escape!"
Escape the feelings of being raped,
Escape the feelings of making those mistakes,
Escape the feeling of being alone,
So I run to drugs so I'm not alone.
I hate myself but wish to be great,
But I wish my life was under a grave,
To have no lies to have no mistakes,
Boy oh boy that would be fucking great.
I write pretty lines but never say what I mean,
I feel like I'm always caught in-between,
What is real and what is fake,
Fuck this shit respond if you relate.
Stay Groovy Man