Cold Hearted
They call me careless
I reply I'm growing daily I just haven't found a way to care yet
I learned I have to kill the thoughts before they end up killing me
Ironic how they call me cold hearted but then say I don't have any chill in me
my story is being written, but it's time for a clean page
No childhood, forced to be a man since my teen days
Forced to face the world alone with no hand to hold me
Growing in foster care, no dad or family man to show me
Being away from my family hurt a lot
Ironic how my alcoholic parents didn't think their own kid was worth a shot
As the days went by I started to realise I didn't need them to survive
My smiling face would have fooled people if I wasn't bleeding from my eyes
The smiling boy soon turned into the heartless man
Depression broke my heart so don't expect any warmth in here
Avoiding scary dreams just led me to haunting nightmares
Life became easier once I understood that some things are naturally hard to understand
Some shots hit me, but plenty missed
Got told I'd be dead by 21,but here I am at twenty six
I became my own light down the dark roads
I keep myself to myself because my journey turned my heart cold
They call me careless
I reply I'm growing daily I just haven't found a way to care yet
I learned I have to kill the thoughts before they end up killing me
Ironic how they call me cold hearted but then say I don't have any chill in me
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