In this deranged life, I'm living in strange light,
Taught in school to get by but apparently wasn't trained right,
Gained knowledge, Problems burning like flames in spring,
And trying to find shelter from the inferno is the strangest thing,
Over the years I've searched for an escape from pain,
From one thing to another, all this trouble rapes my brain,
Being cheated on, left, or being dated for the worst intentions,
Laughin cause apparently all guys are pigs, and girls are precious,
Being arrested twice in a month, be in fights or be jumped,
And my grandmothers condition isn't nice to be blunt,
Through my problems and shit, and a peice of nonsense,
I've learned grabbing a pen can release my concious,
Pressing it to a paper, soon as my words are down,
My mind in a state, amongst the birds and clouds,
When most think all of my smile would turn to frowns,
And I'm staring satan in the eye, I just turn around,
Nothing can stop me, I've found my escape and outlet,
Bringing me to the point where I can't complain about it,
When flames are burning on the sun, I won't be down or babble,
I just press the pen to the pad... I've found the shadow...

10 minute scribble!!!

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