Tuesday, March 22, 2011

My Life (Destroyed By Darkness) Lyrics

My life.

Everything destroyed.

My Life.

Had no childhood.

And now this is how I feel.

Like a broken seal.

I feel dead inside.

Because of how many times you lied.

And never even tried.

Memories.

Memores and feelings bottled up.

All you did was give up.

On me.

Now you see.

Why I'm hurting inside.

Besides.

You don't care.

Because if you did.

Your dark seed would not still be there.

Feel my rage, feel my pain.

You know you aren't sane.

Peace of mind was always hard to find.

Like a letter unsigned.

So was my childhood.

A creek of nothing but abuse, manipulating, alcohol and lies.

As I saw it flash before my eyes.

My childhood dies.

Rage, rage, rage, that's all I feel now-adays.

For the injustice I not only saw in my life but now in others.

Dysfunctional Mothers.

Deceivers, back-stabbers, and lovers.

Like blank CD Covers.

So was my childhood.

Full of Dark, dark memories.

My Life (Destroyed by Darkness)

My Life.

As it seems was wasted by people and their dark lies.

They say they cared, when they weren't even there for you.

They said they were family.

They obviously weren't thinking practically.

Just kept the darkness rolling.

Generation after generation and it's still there.

And they still don't care.

But take a look at me now.

I'm free, and have been for quite a while.

Now it's time to go on my Crusade.

Fighting for children having the futures I never had.

So they won't turn out bad.

I went thru those rebel years.

But that's all behind now.

And I don't want anyone else have to suffer thru the hell I did.

I don't want them to be stupid.

My Life.

Gone by family members who didn't care.

And even helped out, but instead just glared.

At my misery and did nothing, because of how you had your own little dark secrets.

My Life.

As it was destroyed.

By my mother's alcohol use and physical abuse.

My Life.

Destroyed by your Insensitivity.

And your Stupidity.

See how I feel?

Understand why I am who I am yet?

Wanna make a bet?

Why I play this ballet.

My Life.

Now you get it.

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