Jesse
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You know me but you dont.
You could hear me but you wont.
Im not the same anymore.
Im as hard as a stone.
A heart as rough as leather
beats deep inside of me.
After so long I am weathered,
worn from a storm that will not cease.
My brain goes tick..tick..
I'm minutes from kaboom.
Stand back this could be sick-
Everyone clear the room.
Like a switch it flips
and then I've gone again.
As a twig I've snapped-
dont ask me where I've been.
I tire of this endless, wretched cycle.
In anger I punch the door, leaving a hole.
I learned that one from you pops,
but when you started you didnt stop.
Am I destined to be a man of spite?
Must I suffer my entire life?
When will all of this end?
Will i ever be myself again?
Yet who is this self that I long to be?
I look in the mirror, that cant be me!
Look at that grin, the twinkle in his eye.
I begin to laugh. I dont know why.
There must be a creature in my brain.
It feeds the madness against which I strain.
I smash my face against the glass
in hopes that finally it will pass.
You could hear me but you wont.
Im not the same anymore.
Im as hard as a stone.
A heart as rough as leather
beats deep inside of me.
After so long I am weathered,
worn from a storm that will not cease.
My brain goes tick..tick..
I'm minutes from kaboom.
Stand back this could be sick-
Everyone clear the room.
Like a switch it flips
and then I've gone again.
As a twig I've snapped-
dont ask me where I've been.
I tire of this endless, wretched cycle.
In anger I punch the door, leaving a hole.
I learned that one from you pops,
but when you started you didnt stop.
Am I destined to be a man of spite?
Must I suffer my entire life?
When will all of this end?
Will i ever be myself again?
Yet who is this self that I long to be?
I look in the mirror, that cant be me!
Look at that grin, the twinkle in his eye.
I begin to laugh. I dont know why.
There must be a creature in my brain.
It feeds the madness against which I strain.
I smash my face against the glass
in hopes that finally it will pass.