Sorry mom and dad, I never walked your well directed path.
Growing up, I was the schools clown, its okay, just point and laugh.
If I fall, they clap.
Used to the treatment, Making me admiting, For taking care of myself I am unfiting.
Im not special at all, waiting for the skies downfall.
My life put on ice, they all whisper when I walk pass like mice.
When you begin to bore me, And all you have to say is "poor me"
Tell you this im walking my own line, Even if you agree or not, I consider myself to be fine.
Sitting on the rooftop I can hear the sound of life below fighting,
Waiting here To be struck by lightning.
Going into rehab, with razorcuts.
Bleeding out on the floor, as my eyes they shut.
The last day, I tie this tie.
The last day, I smile this lie.
The last day, the day that the old me die.