Realisation of Self (War Child)

it's all for you nightmares mental anguish imagined heartache the worthlessness of me Something I'm not another realisation of self first to know last to be told in denial always shoulder your burdens everyone is someone this realisation of myself i don't belong i know nothing its what i am to you clueless of how important you are i probably would have never known if i didnt have you to compare to realisation of self an old grudge outcasts me who does that make happy? nothing to you nothing to myself wanting to forgive you for this but i won't i realise it now a curse like a bat out of hell the truth being i've been blackmailed by myself no point in denying it at all i have nothing to give but myself the emptiness i am shines throughout and you eventually suffer a realisation of self the emotion named after me underdog trying to keep miserable happy no other choice but celabacy love hates me too much to forgive me for her martyrdom surrounded by her happiness im left without a lifelong grudge for a realisation of self i like me anyway the joke to your punchline i'm the funny part when the last thing i want to do is make you smile Won't ever know the difference anyway the unkillable monster the realisation of self A nobody no one even knows me i'm a nobody couldn't even make a friend no one knows me nobody guess thats something amongst so many painful memories i suffer learning to let you go why bother pretending yesterday happened just move on to a new day something i keep doing wrong no selfish realisation no one seems to understand Child of war victom to sick games the boy you loved under rug swept criminal minds should know me better than anybody else no path of least resistance to shelter peers from becoming just like me realisation of self i am a child of war forever young it seems never did agree how do you know me when i dont know anybody dont even know myself anymore surviving realisations of self without your help i am the one who got away i am the one coming for you know more about the clues you leave behind leading me wrong logicaly it points to one guilty looking suspect and you sidestep the whole charade everyone oblivious to the game being played the candle burning at both ends blackmailed by irony just a goose chase looking guilty from my shadow fiending for release showing you your own routine realisation of self