Don't you know?
You cause lunacy, the moon at your fingers to break and squeeze out every last drop of misery
Split home, the blame game is the only game i've ever played growing up
in fantom houses, el cucuy caught in my sheets pretending to love me, calls me Baby from the closet. fangs that sucked at my legs and neck, leeching stories of alcohol abuse. Think I don't remember?
Hungry monsters that crawl inside my dreams. I've loved hyde all her life, became the DNA engrained into her veins but I left that addiction back at Rehab.
Loving the battering hand, bad apple on my head until I took a bite and fell asleep along the path to success. Clawing my hands up, out of the dirt, 6 feet underneath the city where lost angels run to, where dreamers grow up in paint and blood. I found you looking through everyone. And here I am, as you wished. the one nobody could see until I disappeared, right before your eyez.