Trauma fueled fire
Finding my own desire
Can feel my heart beat
Like a million fires
Can’t quit
This attempt to fit
All the molds
They wanted me to be
All the perceptions they wanted me to see
Distorted my mind into a fantasy
Smiling right at me
So all I have left is a story
Oh, blindfolded hypocrisy
Just can’t let me be
Oh, blindfolded hypocrisy
Trying to capture me
But everytime I crawl away
With a piece of your reality
Trauma filed day
Avoiding the triggers that may
Haunt my dreams it seems
To the end of May
Sweating through my clothes
Hurting all my bones
Trying to walk before I can crawl
So sick of it all
Trauma filled day
Yelling at my feet
They never were complete
Like two mutant creeps
Unable to fall asleep
Hands on a controller
My virtual consoler
The outside world feels like a boulder
Waiting to crush me
And some days all I can see
Is them laughing over me
But when I stand
I won’t let this be
I won’t let this be.