What’s this reflection, my mind needs correction.
I hate with attention, prep me for dissection.
Search all you want, you won’t find a cure.
Just let me live, I don’t want to be saved.
There’s a mirror on my wall and it shows me right from wrong.
You are the person that I always wanted to be.
You threw me in the dark and stole the light from me.
I’m the crutch that took the pain, waited on to keep you safe.
I could’ve been somebody else but I guess that He chose me.
I am the person of interest; I am the hate and envy.
You’re the mirror in my life; you control what I am like.
This doesn’t make any sense, called back and asked for my skin.
Crazy, self-centered, neurotic, with a (taste) knack for revenge.
I’m not in control, my body comes and goes.
Where did I lose it, I swore to Him that I was sane.
No one believes, they just talk but never listening.
We’re all the same, we’re all different, and won’t make up your mind.
We are creations of the ones that were left behind.
They were so thoughtful, intelligent, and civilized.
I swear I can hear them rolling in their graves at night.
The generation of kids who were taught to be useless,
mindless, boneless, spineless, cut up to pieces,
throwaway thesis, you need to hear this, fuck the adults who put us beneath this.
“Why do I matter?”
We're the neglected kids, the selfish wits.
The ones who strive to exist.
Work hard then die, is that the life you wanna live?
I will rebel, turn myself to violence
We're the neglected kids, the selfish wits, the ones who strive to exist.