My life...

[bez]

I can't fight this feeling,
Sick of the beating,
Want parents to love me, hug me, I'm dying,
Inside my organs can't play the tune,
That makes em hum to my song, sing along, untrue,
Want them to respect me, but they won't let me,
Go down my own path, own route, its uneasy,
I bathe in bloodbaths, my sins all float back,
To the surface, I ain't perfect, but maybe I need a chin check,
From my father, we don't speak, not deep, not even skin wet,
I forget, the last time we talked,
About something else, other than football,
Fuck all he knows about his son, I feel it,
The hatred when I walk in the room, I feel shit,
Can't breathe an can't succed, my fucking eyes bleed,
Cos I cry everynight an find it hard to eat,
I just want to be, but they wont let me, be me,
Old fashioned morals, an I just wanna be, free,
Flee this old house, figure what life's about,
Cos all that echoes from these walls are screams and shouts,
Cover my ears in my room, I can't see,
I longer say goodbye when I leave, I just leave,
Please stop the hatred, I'm naked without love,
But I ain't ever had a girlfriend I can keep ahold of,
Friends don't get it, "that's parents though mate",
But family to me, are their to make you feel great,
Not make you want to smash a plate, when your late for tea,
An want to punch em in the face than hug em, you see?
Even Mother moans at me, always my fault,
I ain't asked to be on this Earth, not once,
So I bolt at her questions, why this, why that,
You just don't get it, writing's my heart,
But not an honest career, like a dentist or doctor,
But I grit me teeth an got more pages of feelings than a shrinks jotter,
Never thought I'd prosper, I once reached for stars,
Now them stars are miniscule, crushed by you! I'm miserable,
But I will go far, and when I remenisce,
I will not look back on the years like this,
Where I felt cold, shunned and lonely, existance piterful,
Sad that I love you, but I will still never forgive you...

[QuietTruth]

Inside my organs can't play the tune,
That makes em hum to my song, sing along, untrue,

Ill.


Real good drop son.