I'm sitting here surrounded by people who know my name
tHEY KNOW MY NAME BUT ARE THEY ON THE SAME PAGE
Cuts so deep surrounding walls so steep
Twelve years old and scars so bold
In and out
with full on doubt
About myself and everything else
everything else is sxo dumb
This world so glum
So glum and full of hatred
I say words but are they said
If no ones seen or heard or read
Are my words just plainly dead?
