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And This Is My Story
So, I write this book on me,
What if the world read it?
Would my grounds turn sympathic?
Or would I be criticized endlessly?
Because I cry for me? Or my suffer for I eat?
Not your ordinary book for this one there's no end,
No "Once Upon A Time" for I don't know when this began
The beauty of life trapped within this FAT,
Screaming to escape, but
food holds it back
Voices in my mind speaking with such kind, 20 at a time,
Now owning what once was mine
Who are they? A LIE!
And I believe death could only set me free
for the control for everything I've had has been taken,
So now my tears are all I own,
The road to my home has changed, Doesn't look the same,
because it's been so long that I've been home
The path to my home once lived sun too bright for your eyes,
Heat like the summer, Quiet to hear the crickets and the wings of butterflies
Every color in the sky, Whether it rained or stromed
it always shined. Grounds were crackless, I was reckless
I had love and power within me, You couldn't tell me shit, because I loved my shit!
This path now leads to nothing for it is too dark to see,
I don't know my way home! I don't know my way home!
What if I find my way through bones?
Will it be then that voices leave me alone?
Would you blame me if I were to walk through the valley of death
though I took no part?
It was this fucking head! Not the innocents of my heart!
I fall to my knees endlessly with this book of stories I read
I read and I read with my glass of tears, but can he hear me? Is he listening? Is he judging?
Today he's coming?
But today is no different than yesterday
Tomorrow? It might not exist,
So, I wrote this Book on me
What do you think of it?
Do you still love me? Or are you there judging?
Please note "copyright"
So, I write this book on me,
What if the world read it?
Would my grounds turn sympathic?
Or would I be criticized endlessly?
Because I cry for me? Or my suffer for I eat?
Not your ordinary book for this one there's no end,
No "Once Upon A Time" for I don't know when this began
The beauty of life trapped within this FAT,
Screaming to escape, but
food holds it back
Voices in my mind speaking with such kind, 20 at a time,
Now owning what once was mine
Who are they? A LIE!
And I believe death could only set me free
for the control for everything I've had has been taken,
So now my tears are all I own,
The road to my home has changed, Doesn't look the same,
because it's been so long that I've been home
The path to my home once lived sun too bright for your eyes,
Heat like the summer, Quiet to hear the crickets and the wings of butterflies
Every color in the sky, Whether it rained or stromed
it always shined. Grounds were crackless, I was reckless
I had love and power within me, You couldn't tell me shit, because I loved my shit!
This path now leads to nothing for it is too dark to see,
I don't know my way home! I don't know my way home!
What if I find my way through bones?
Will it be then that voices leave me alone?
Would you blame me if I were to walk through the valley of death
though I took no part?
It was this fucking head! Not the innocents of my heart!
I fall to my knees endlessly with this book of stories I read
I read and I read with my glass of tears, but can he hear me? Is he listening? Is he judging?
Today he's coming?
But today is no different than yesterday
Tomorrow? It might not exist,
So, I wrote this Book on me
What do you think of it?
Do you still love me? Or are you there judging?
Please note "copyright"