When I was young,
and I know I was,
I was headstrong
but only just because
Everyone I ever loved
fought against me
and put push
to shove.
And when I lost
those tragic fights
the memories forged
more sleepless nights.
The skeletons in my closet
won't disappear
and when people find them,
they fill with fear.
I try to cover it up,
but it's a dealy curse,
and when I lie
it just makes things worse.
There's no end
to this painful game
where if I win, in the end,
I only win shame.
My childhood
sculpted me
into what I am now,
and I can't be free.
The world we live in
is so twisted and sick.
It's white or it's black,
but you have to pick.
There's no in between anything;
you're right, or you're wrong.
It's been like this
for way too long.
Years have gone by,
my heart is still numb.
I can no longer feel pain,
no emotion will come.
I can't be provoked,
or stirred into rage,
I've seen and I've learned
too much for my age.
Compared to the greats
in history, I'm not,
but nothing stacks up
to the battles I've fought.
This is more than I've spoke
in the time that's gone by,
but still, lies will be told
on the day that I die.
None such as false
as the tears you will cry.
Then I will weep
for your loving lies.