Call Home

Lately ive returned to a path of destruction

was doing good now im going through minor disruptions

or maybe major

i dont know but my life is in danger

what i got to wager

or a little happiness to come back

sell my soul because ill never do that

yeah the devil is forreal and he's tempting me

he's doing so much to exempt me

from having a good life

im sick of all the strike

trying to keep me away from christ

how did i even let this happen twice

what's going on in my head that i just dont understand 

do i not have the qualities to be a man 

bipolar get me raging like rebellious youth

at least it help my mind produce

these words i write

at times i cant sleep at night

i pull these words from whats racing through my head

scribbling down as much as i can before i run out of lead

I never understood why i was so different 

or why i was viewed with much infringement

I would go to my room and to hide and get high trying to escape

maybe thats why my mind has shaped

into such an antisocial personality

i could never be like the generality

im always out of place where ever i roam

im just looking for a place to call home

Reviews

[aspen]

I love this so much man, this is spot on to how i feel and it's written so well that you could literally turn this into a rap (if you haven't already)

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

You've got this, keep on trucking! Hang in there! I wish you the best of luck in fighting the good fight.