I'm stuck in this nostalgic state.
Oh to be a child again.
What does depression mean?
I know killing yourself isn't a fulfilling dream.
Oh to be a child, meet your parents friends.
No worry of seeing their sexual ends.
What is rape?
Oh to be a child, less tension, more happiness.
Mommy and daddy giving constant attention.
Now daddy's in prison, he knows I miss him.
He may not be out soon, his letters let me know he misses me, too.
Oh to be a child, drugs are bad, I'm not sure why.
They're for bad people, they'll soon die.
Why do these bad people do drugs?
Slowly processing reality, everything is now horrible to me.
I wish this wasn't the world I see, well I have my whiskey.
I drag the razor, watch the blood, depression isn't fun.
I'm still unhappy, I'll chase these 57 pills with this whiskey.
Meet the trusted friends of your parents, I pay no attention to the stares that are so apparent. My step dad undresses me with his eyes, he doesn't stop no matter how loud my cries.
What is he doing? Is it me I see in the mirror he's screwing?
I can't escape, so this is rape.
Oh look dad's house is being raided, freedom for prison he traded. I'm amazed, his sentence is one year,still won't see any of my tears.
Five months pass, no sight or sound from you.
What did I do?
It seems I'm no longer the one you miss, it seems as if I don't exist.
I'm not bad, I'm just sad.
Take a pill, feel the bliss.
Sniff a line, oh such a feeling that's divine.
Smoke a bowl, I want to get lost in my mind if I could.
I want to lose control, I want to find my way back to my childhood.
