suffering ID

Trauma They don't understand That I've got all these issues And life don't go as planned My mind (My mind) I only cry two times a year On the shower floor Music blasting so Nobody can hear Cuz consciously I'm evergreen Subconsciously My mind just bleeds Onto these pages that I read When voices keep on telling me My my Yeahhhhh Suffering id Why can't it give Love affection and care all to him I'm done with these games I wanna runaway Father I feel like a disgrace Cuz they wrote me off with sin And claimed my fall from your grace Doctor You called my thoughts impure Actions unspeakable But I'm redeemable If I build a web of lies My mind So impressionable Was only seventeen Still so naive In your unholy cause I drive west side and I see that sign Vision blurry We live in a better time Why worry Everything starts scaring me Someone mentions therapy In my my Yeahhhhhh Suffering id Why can't it give Cuz it's been pillaged and ravaged and skinned I'm done with these games I wanna runaway Suffering id Why can't it give Love affection and care all to him I'm done with these games I wanna runaway But I won't