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The price I've paid is in my past , a debt to society
But the truth I lay before you is not at all a bitter,
sweet piece of my heart, that chips away fast
But yet a symbol , a symbol of my gratitude
Being thankful for someone setting me roughly
on the right path in life and for making me fess up and fight....
A couple years ago this story would have been just a
lie hidden beneath a great unhappiness that I call my life
It is a deep hole that swallows my mind and my soul
It eats me up inside
I seem to keep comming back to this though
But I guess this is how ths story of me seems to go
And as I sit and watch my selfsuffer and die from the inside out
The tears begin to fall
As the pain rips through by body and my mind drifts away into a far off place
I sit here and lie on my bed and I watch the shadows on the wall who have became my friends
they seem to follow me now everywhere I go
Although this may seem weird to you....
This is still my life........
A life I like to call My Freak Show!