Sometimes I don't wanna be me
Hope you understand my head
Made a few mistakes, I don't regret it
Another storm to deal after the murder
Sometimes I don't wanna be here
Hope you understand why I left
Made a few mistakes, I don't regret it
Another storm to leave in our bed
I know, I wrote a song about a storm before
But I wasn't completely honest back then
I may have lied in one, two or ten moments
And you may have missed all of them
I compared my struggles with drinking
All the types of alcohol, I told you this
I wanted to go back to the calm, the peace
But it was the kind of peace I never lived
I was supposed to be dragged into hell
I was supposed to feel myself bleeding out
You were supposed to see me burn forever
But the hope I had stopped me from dying
It happens that hope was just an illusion
That I created 'cause I fear my own death
I survived because I was scared of my issues
I pretended to win over it to believe I was fine
Sometimes I don't wanna be me
Hope you understand my head
Made a few mistakes, I don't regret it
Another storm to deal after the murder
Sometimes I don't wanna be here
Hope you understand why I left
Made a few mistakes, I don't regret it
Another storm to leave in our bed
Do you see those 12 ghosts dancing tonight?
Do you see those 12 ghosts trying to scare us?
I never felt so safe in this haunting ground
And I smell massacre, carnage, all types of war
Electronic beats give the sound to the storm
The only storm I had in fact lived with my name
Nothing is sicker for me than watching you run
'Cause you thought I was done with my revenge
I lied when I said I wanted my rivals to die
I lied when I said I wanted to burn with them all
Now I see who was right the whole time
Now I see who's gonna burn more than you and I
Do you see 12 ghosts dancing around us?
They're what's left of the massacre I made
We're just animals living in a wild world
And the cruelest being wins the battle
Sometimes I feel good by being me
Hope you understand my head
I made mistakes, but I don't regret it
Another storm to see after the murder
Sometimes I'm happy to be here
Now you understand why I'm back
Made a few mistakes, I don't regret it
It's another storm to see in the forest
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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.