A simple word can destroy a life
What took me 22 years to build
Took you only a moment to destroy
There's not much left of what I was
As I drink myself to sleep
With only two paths to choose, what do I do?
Meekly allow myself to be punished for my innocence,
Or create my own guilt made of freedom and spite?
To run or to stay?
The hills beckon my name
So long to my life
Hello to my shame
Really though,
It's not MY life that hurts
I'm immune to my own lie; my demise
But the people who love me will hardly survive
That's the crux, the bleeding wound
The horrible nightmare that keeps me up at night
Once so carefree
I can hardly believe
What I've become
No trust - No love
A shell of a man where once was a boy
A boy full of hope and wonder
Engulfed in his heart and his dreams
Where there was love, swagger and laughter
Now only panic and dread
Technically I'm alive
But that doesn't mean my life wasn't taken from me
If this isn't murder then what is?
I care so deeply that I'm numb
And can't care at all
Love's become invisible
I've become so cynical
Guilty until proven innocent
In a world backwards and wrong
I'm weak and I'm an addict
But I used to be so strong
Rape; the new witchcraft
Burned alive at only an accusation
We pretend to be civilized
But we're barbarians as much as we ever were
It hurts to be the scapegoat
Of the pseudo-feminist agenda
Let's end this war between genders
Are your semantics really worth my life?
Have I just been caught in the crossfire
In an ongoing battle where no one's right?
I've loved a girl with all my heart
Done well in school, Excelled at sports
Practiced guitar until my fingers bled
But none of that maters any more
Every day spent trying my best
Simply washed down the drain
A father's expectations, a mother's love
A lust for life
Drowned out by cancerous anger
Dangerously apathetic
My reward is a one-way ticket to hell
I gave my all to the world
And honestly
I feel like I'm the one who's been raped
And it's true what they say;
I shower three times a day
And no matter how hard I scrub
I can't remove the stain
What took me 22 years to build
Took you only a moment to destroy
There's not much left of what I was
As I drink myself to sleep
With only two paths to choose, what do I do?
Meekly allow myself to be punished for my innocence,
Or create my own guilt made of freedom and spite?
To run or to stay?
The hills beckon my name
So long to my life
Hello to my shame
Really though,
It's not MY life that hurts
I'm immune to my own lie; my demise
But the people who love me will hardly survive
That's the crux, the bleeding wound
The horrible nightmare that keeps me up at night
Once so carefree
I can hardly believe
What I've become
No trust - No love
A shell of a man where once was a boy
A boy full of hope and wonder
Engulfed in his heart and his dreams
Where there was love, swagger and laughter
Now only panic and dread
Technically I'm alive
But that doesn't mean my life wasn't taken from me
If this isn't murder then what is?
I care so deeply that I'm numb
And can't care at all
Love's become invisible
I've become so cynical
Guilty until proven innocent
In a world backwards and wrong
I'm weak and I'm an addict
But I used to be so strong
Rape; the new witchcraft
Burned alive at only an accusation
We pretend to be civilized
But we're barbarians as much as we ever were
It hurts to be the scapegoat
Of the pseudo-feminist agenda
Let's end this war between genders
Are your semantics really worth my life?
Have I just been caught in the crossfire
In an ongoing battle where no one's right?
I've loved a girl with all my heart
Done well in school, Excelled at sports
Practiced guitar until my fingers bled
But none of that maters any more
Every day spent trying my best
Simply washed down the drain
A father's expectations, a mother's love
A lust for life
Drowned out by cancerous anger
Dangerously apathetic
My reward is a one-way ticket to hell
I gave my all to the world
And honestly
I feel like I'm the one who's been raped
And it's true what they say;
I shower three times a day
And no matter how hard I scrub
I can't remove the stain
Comment