| Well i remember growing up
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| My mother telling me watch who walking with
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| But in fashion of adolescence i shrugged and hung with the clique
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| A drugged up infected fuck up I’m glad i grew up to quick
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| Mad at my fucking self all my life would just lag wit you kid
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| And i’ve regretted too much, but i can’t do too much
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| The damage is through done, rebelling to sooth-my aching heart its over
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| The devil’s marking my body while he whispers over my shoulder I’m
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| Infuriated but still trying to hide by this creation of mine that i now fucking
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| despise
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| Who are you?, yo you’re just the devil in 95's, recruiting for your demise,
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| distorting my fucking mind
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| I try to breathe and can’t cause you impede me leave me the fuck alone and die
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| I put my hands to my head and see my mother cry numerous times
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| The fruit of her fucking loins, trapped again with the lions, uh
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| So bring it back to the moment i met you
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| And took a chance sinking down to your level
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| My heart my brain my thought impressed you
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| Why would you take it all for granted and rush through?
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| And i ain’t seeking no more to impress you
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| You gave me your word so absurd that i trust you
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| No i ain’t seeking no more to impress you
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| You gave me your word so absurd that i trust you
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| In desperation of acceptance associated with reckless ideas
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| Imperfections, reflected from my speech it was clear
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| Misdirected, I’m changing how they think of me here
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| Misconceptions, i’ve fallen to this culture of fear, yeah
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| Salutations erupt completely corrupt don’t i know it so devoted my logic became
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| eroded
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| Broken the will that powers the motive and then i showed it the path that they
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| envisioned to watch me throw it away
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| Break away break away stay the fuck away, walking down this alley way empty and
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| lost but here i’ll wait (uhh)
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| Scenarios run through my brain my brain euphonies of an easy fix to my pain my
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| pain a shame
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| All these years all these tears all the mother fucking unwanted close calls and
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| fears
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| I need to be clear ‘cause I’m leaving and never turning back
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| Is what i regret i never said the moment we met
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| So bring it back to the moment i met you
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| And took a chance sinking down to your level
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| My heart my brain my thought impressed you
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| Why would you take it all for granted and rush through?
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| And i ain’t seeking no more to impress you
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| You gave me your word so absurd that i trust you
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| No i ain’t seeking no more to impress you
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| You gave me your word so absurd that i trust you |