Revisited

VERSE 1
And I feel kind of Home sick
Light a cig and try to forget why I live
Hard to be positive when Im oh so negative
I hate this shit, bundle of depression
My pen ink is the only rebuttal of reflection
Look deeper inside the mirror past the piercing glass
Stuck inside the eerie past, Will I last? Or will I just laugh (It Off)
Everyday just seems im going to lose it all
Win, Loss or draw it will slip out of my hands when I fall
Broken Shattered dreams or perhaps it seems
To be a metaphor for Freddy and other evil things
To be surrounding me, im profoundly lounging free
Not letting another human being disrupt me
I feel this ugly and its hard to breathe
But then I turn right around and see the people that love me
Then I wake up its just another dream
Trying to fight free
I might be a little gone in my head
I guess its the consequence for letting myself live dead
I haven't done shit to lead a better life
I sat up every other night, listen to beats to see if I can still write
'Cause if I don't I wont feel right
And my brain might explode like a sensitive pressured mine
Enter the inventive measured mind
Now watch the imagination grow, Fathoming an asylum
Escapee with savage patient flows
Just wanting to watch this earth turn in slow-mo
Will I ever Grow up? Or is it the people around me that dont know enough

VERSE 2

Another day feeling the sun rays as I still am thinking in insane ways
Like building a UFO and leaving this earth because it will never change
I guess I am different from the 'same', but if you ask me I like thoughts that are not SANE
Comprehension levels above intelligent dwellers
But some see me as low life scum
Heavily dumb, it gets me for a second but then I over come
Like you are no different from me, Failed ignorancy
Stop talking shit for comic relief
By saying i a human oddity when probably
You need some help with your views on psychology
But you dont even bother me, I am on a different train express
Letting my brain process life's nonsense
Im not depressed no more that's past tense
The way my emotions work you can't judge them they're to complex
As I dial in, im trying to figure out whose next on Gods list
Yeah I think about that oddness, As my head gets nauseous
Throwing up words of profanity
Destroying my believe and corrupting my reality
Then I close my eyes and visions words of mysticality
That in the end begin to baffle me

VERSE 3
You can call me a low life fat kid
But being disrespectful whats that attracting?
And stop acting like you have a better life
Im just trying to live mine.. ALRIGHT!?
Get the fuck out of my sight, Im in a manhunt I need to stay alive in
Then too worry about a person who wants to start rioting
Like I don't have enough problems im trying to relieve
If its violence you want watch my devil grip on flesh never release
Now let my soul rot in peace........