No one will care when I go away
No one listens to what I have to say
I’m so accustomed to a lifetime full of grey
Get the fuckin sun up out my shade
I’m stewing in the hell that I made
I didn’t know but I shoulda known since first grade
But I was busy learning other things
Like the drugs my aunt was on
And how to tell apart my moms screams
A life full of violence
All I crave is silence
A good book and wine but that’s where my demons find me
Buried deep in my subconscious
So I keep it loud and out of focus
That’s how I wrote this.
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