no dream catcher
can help these nightmares
I'm still broken in
from the pain to fit light years
for me i am normal
it is OK
i am a privileged selfish unappreciative disgusting person
but for some reason im still alive
and that's enough for me to keep moving
i love what i do but its not enough
i haven't "earned my keep"
or helped the people without a lot of stuff
i want to say thank you
how can i help
but even if i do i will keep thinking of myself
its OK to be selfish sometimes
but for me its all the time so its not fine
i want to change but how can i when the record stops moving
my family is inviting, unselfish, beautiful and happy
but i feel like a ghost in my own home don't get sappy
its the difference that's strange
were so alike but so different in the same day
its iri-tat-ING
we seek to fill the joy
in which we cant archive
but how can i feel open
when I'm in a mental sleeve
its over an over all in a relapse
its consuming me before i had the last chance
as i stand in my welcoming stance
there's nothing left for me to do but ask for the last dance
it burns in my throat when the words leave my system
and when i cry myself to sleep it feel like i miss them
my mask stopped working
like the cracks in the ceiling peeling through
everything together and i dont know what to do
I'm sorry to say this butevery bad thing every ripped seam all the words that are so mean
has everything has to do with you
and it's ok....
