I hope that muscle memory takes over
Because this feeling I feel won't let me be sober
I walk down the halls in endless confusion
Feeling like life is just the illusion
The illusion of choice the illusion of fate
Like even if I'm running ill always be late
To the punch to the hit
Sometimes I just can't take your s***
I hate how often you yell
Like a battle cry will soothe your broken heart
I hear you screaming what hell
And it doesn't sound smart
It doesn't sound cool
It's sounds like speech spoken through drool
And no one gets the pain I feel
Knowing you'll never love me
And no one knows how it feels to be your next meal
Or of sanity breaking like a branch off a tree
And you'll never know the pain of a harsh word
Because you'll always be the one screaming them loud
Loud and proud
Proud of how you can make a little girl cry day and night
She walks the endless tightrope learning how to fight
Fight against this retched feeling of sadness or uselessness
Her life feels like a f**king mess
Even though everything's in perfect order
And you look down on her because she's not older
But she's older than you'll ever be
But because of you she will always be full of insanity
And by the way that girl is me