S.L.Y.

Twisted and bitter, broken and sold
My memories are lost, my weary eyes move slow
Shades of figures I will never know
I won't look back, those years are gone
All of these voices are getting to me
Closing in on the inside of this reality
Wearing me thin I spoke too soon
Know I'm coming to terms with my choices and mistakes
Despite what you think, despite what you think
I am not the same

Bear it I'll grit my teeth and swear it
Claim no verse or quote
My silence is my anger
My silence I hold

Until my bitter end
It's my shame, I'm gonna live with it
For better or worse, I am nothing

I feel it closing in
Making no sense of it against your very existence
A memory I'll erase, a memory I'll erase

This is my true verse, this is what I actually think
It's been to long coming that I've said nothing
Been to long waiting to see a difference
Left her, left me, left us all
Piece of shit you're no father at all

Feel, how does actually to feel to feel something?
Feel, how does actually to feel to feel something?

Now I know I am bitter and badder than I have ever been
Causing writing these words is the truth I am living
Believe it or not, shit, I was the one, I was the one who never dealt with it

Only thing I have of him is his name
We are not the same
Only thing I have of him is his name
We are not the same

I feel it closing in
Making no sense of it against very existence
A memory I'll erase, a memory I'll erase

Only thing I have of him is his name
We are not the same, we are not the same