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crazed

If you’re bringing beef garentee I won’t be fazed
And with your puny guns I will not be amazed
I love life yet I hate it with a passion
You live I die it’s just a different fashion

Laughter covers the hatred inside
Really just need someone in which to confide
It’s alright it’s not like it matters
I ask for help then everyone scatters

I see broken bones inside myself
Wanting to die can’t be good for my health.
I’ve made it this far I’m hear for a reason
I always feel better around this season

The only bad thing snow has yet to fall
The voices in my head say bury them all
I panic try and cut out my sins
I cut to deep that when the pain begins

46 I have 46 scars
46 days I was put behind bars
46 heads that got buried in my yard
46 times I come back hard

I write poems so I can forget about a clueless time
I went too far and stepped outta line
I’m being watched everywhere I go
Taken drugs but I only feel low

I’ve been isolated
I’m unappreciated
I hate it
But the world will have to face it

Not going anywhere
No matter how unfair
I’m stuck being me there is no other option
I looked out the window and I found you watchin

I am amazing yes I know
There’s no need to ride my dick tho
Kicked her in the heart
Remember I was crazed from the start.
Written by nessferguson
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