When I was young
I was a child a rage
a child of scorn
A child in pain
A child that didn’t understand that different was good
And that I had a higher calling
I was so misunderstood
Even my own mama thinks im crazy
Im all grown up
No longer her little baby
As a child I was a sponge
Absorbing the pain
I’ve got yrs of build up I dnt know how the hell I maintained
So many lonely nights
Screaming to God
So many sleepless nights
Worried about tomorrow
I cnt stop sinking drowning in my sorrow
But nobody knows and I could never tell
That my life is rockbottom
Im living in he’ll
Andy&Edie: Hope.
hope is dangerous.
hope is more potent than any narcotic.
and the come down is steep.
and the come down is low.
lower than the low it once lifted you above,
hope is deceptive.
hope is paralyzing.
hope is stagnating.
hope is a drug.
hope is a temporary high.
hope is heroin.
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