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.
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