Ever feel like an amputated leg?
I do... I do....
I am seventeen, white, and ashamed to be so.
From Brooklyn to Queens, I live to and fro
But why can't I stay here, mom?
Was it something I said?
Is it the way I speak
Or my unmade bed?
I guess I'd rather end up dead
I made my bed, I'll lie in it
I made my bed, I'll die in it.
Ever feel like an amputated leg?
Sores on the knee, cut like a peg
I like to say nothing and gain nothing from it
I like the sincerity in my voice
But my beliefs are of no choice
I like to express my thoughts conservatively but I lean far to left
But why can't I stop the heart beating in my anxiety filled chest
I know I'd rather sharpen these knives
But my depression inside eats me alive
Was this shoe ever the right size?
Doesn't matter now,
I'm not attached to anatomy
Ever feel like an amputated leg?
I do.... I do......
I hung myself with a guitar string in this dream I had
C'mon mom, it was not that bad
Can you see me screaming inside
While my smile hides me behind
My life's a bomb ticking in time
Soon to blow
Soon to blow
I hope for the day when I could say,
Announce it freely all today
May women rule the world
May women rule the world
But oh my sheets are acned with cigarette burns
So is my arm, from the times I burn
But how can you burn without Fire
Lay me down In a funeral pyre
Take me away
take me away
The skin's not peeling off
Stop please you're bleeding!
I don't care I like the smell
Oh no I'm in the hospital!
Stop!
Stop!
Ever feel like an amputated leg?
I do... I do......
