you don't know what it feels to be considered a retarded geek
or what it's like to be painted by depression's artistry
and to be beaten up until it's hard to breathe
all because everyone i knew didn't wanted a part of me
but you don't know what it's like to be hit with bats and sticks
and you don't know what it's like to be hit by a father's fist
and you can criticize, but you'll never know how bad it is
when your dad disappears, and he never told you he did magic tricks
when your mother calls you names, and hits you with bags of shit
while you sit back and wonder what a faggot is
then you work hard, and achieve something you're glad to get
until it's taken away by the same hand that hands you it
but no matter how bad it is, the storm drains my sun
as my parents have "fucked me up" in more ways than one
so it's like a potion, a recipe, no motive, i'm stressed and weak
i won't let it get to me, but i'm hopeless with destiny..
..as it never termed me a major or turned in my favor
and never once in my life have i heard from my "saviour"
i'm on this road of destruction, i wish i had gone the right way
as each glimmer of hope slips down the cracks on my driveway
so be my angel and set me free on the grounds of death..
..but i'd much rather hang myself with this halo around my neck
but i'm sure your life is hard too, so you can cry and scream
but just be glad you don't have to live this life i lead

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