Need Some Help
These walls are closing in slowly but surely
Everyday it’s getting harder 4 me to breath
It’s like I’m not the man I once used to be,
but I know they won’t believe me
My heart screams 4 love, but it’s ignored every time
What will it take 4 me to truly unwind?
I guess I’m scared to let the world know the real me
Could it be that I’m my own worst enemy?
If these walls would talk they would tell a deep story
About a boy that grew up lonely and hungry
With a tear stained pillow and a heart full of hate
With an empty stomach and a heart full of broken faith
No guidance nor supervision
Never told to be quiet, shut up and listen.
A man before my time
Lived hard before I even got a chance to live
I remember telling myself that something’s gotta give
There’s no greater pain than a neglected child’s
No love in my house hold and u expect me to smile
Come on, let’s be real, I am to you what I am to everybody else
A troublesome youth that needs some help
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