(R)eplica (O)f (H)ope (I)n (T)orments..
Trying to be famous with my peer but I'm left unknown
so skinny , watch my skin stick to my bone
am I embarrassed of myself?
I don't know may be , yes
they look at me like I'm a pest
walking into a room full of people, all got their eyes on me
what are they thinking about me?
I'm nervous to look into them so I look down and walk ahead
you don't see through my eyes , my bushy hair on my head
hides em, I'm perverted by greed
you got all the reasons to laugh when you think about me
victim of a moronic syndrome
your behaviour is the symptom
of my hate.
its been a tough a day
I lay myself on the bed
levy my head on the pillow
thinking its my mama's chest
her heart beats into ears saying you are far from the rest
am I dreaming in glee?
if I am then don't wake me up, open arms in the air , accept me
I please myself to get swallowed by my meat..