Wish I could restart my brain sometimes
When I feel suffocated by mom's words
When I feel killed by dad's deadly eyes
Wish I could rewire my senses every night
Wish I had my friends to worry about me
When I feel that I can't love anyone
When I feel so selfish that it hurts
Wish I could rewire my deep feelings
And I wanted to scream to the world
That I wanted them to leave me alone
And I wanted to scream to my parents
That I wanted them to let me be happy
And I wanted to scream to my lover
That I wanted him to find someone better
And I wanted to scream to myself
That I wanted me to write a goodbye letter
Wish I could be someone's little quarantine
Wish someone was here to sing me to sleep
Wish I wasn't so hard on my own depression
When someone threatens my own expression
Wish I could write my feelings back again
'Cause I haven't been honest for a whole year
'Cause it's still not time to pick up the train
Wish I could write my thoughts with precision
And I wanted to scream to the world
That I wanted them to leave me alone
And I wanted to scream to my parents
That I wanted them to let me be happy
And I wanted to scream to my lover
That I wanted him to find someone better
And I wanted to scream to myself
That I wanted me to write a goodbye letter
Wish I could be strong enough to kill them
And get all the media's scrutiny for this
And tell the media I knew what I was doing
Wish I could cut the fucking evil by the bud
Wish I could live in a red desert, lonely
So I could think about my actions, fuck it
So I could be blessed by the great maybe
Wish I could be stronger than I've been
And I wanted to scream to the world
That I wanted them to leave me alone
And I wanted to scream to my parents
That I wanted them to let me be happy
And I wanted to scream to my lover
That I wanted him to find someone better
And I wanted to scream to myself
That I wanted me to write a goodbye letter
There was a time I didn't like myself no more
The hearts I broke, the hearts who broke me
It all made me feel heartless inside my body
It all made me want to scream I was dead
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repression.
Poetrythis is a poetry album about repression. Jack Wolf came back from his grave and he's got some triggers in his head.
