Oh

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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