Memory

i remember when i use to idolize when i use to be able to socialize people have brought me so far down scars so deep they cant be found my music is a way to hide the pain as the voices in my head drive me insane people say its my excuse but music keeps the tone of voices reduced poetry is where i hide my pain people ask what i mean but i cant explain for i have two sides of me one that's immature when things cause a fire and people would try to stop me but I've done it so many times people get bored and tire: the other just concentrates on just one thing and how much hope do you assume that brings? habit is born dreams are torn people hurt and words are sworn.