Hurt

Certain time and place
takes my now away
and i am swimming in memory
drowning my pain

to follow the blood
that runs my veins
is to hide myself
to show shame

a product of misfit
designed to be in-perfect
wondering how I'm here
not how but why I'm there

the scent of betrayl
is always in the air
the road to success
closed for the rest of my days

not just this certain time and place
that escapes me
but everything
makes the pain bang