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the two feet i stand on have been planted in concrete
circumstances never exactly change, hope is obsolete
father forgive me for i have forgotten you, and you me
i'm polishing each tooth for bloody gums and shiny teeth
i'm avenging the death of a part of me by lying beneath
pillows and sheets, i guess you can say im fighting passively
my subconscious unnerves the rest of me aggressively
the times i do get up i stare into the mirror appallingly
what i see is what was left for dead, the rest of me
the parts of a whole that never felt it was complete
you have to see my worst to believe theres a best of me
some where hidden or so scared it decided to retreat
further inside the womb while i was an unborn baby
im the bird that two she's mocked as they stole a wing
I can't fly, I 'm forced to be here, grounded in reality

I can't even fly the cuckoo nest and be granted insanity

and be fortunate enough to not know the difference between

anything i feel touch taste smell or am damned to see

i watched them laugh as they flew away they handed me

the worst cards any one human being could ever receive
i hate sound because i can still hear her speak
if I could have my way this s**t would have been up to me
and i would have decided to be loved more than i indeed
believe i will ever have the opportunity to be

theres no immunity for a man with an unknown disease

my sickness is perpetuated by the very same inability

i irrationally think some one someday might think they need