Intro

Living since the day I died My bones hurt from all this pesticide Running through my veins like trash Spending my whole life as an outcast Everything was different back with brittle bones Back when we had a place to call our home Now I'm just living bit by bit Writing a book just to reminisce Is this all just to reminisce Is there any point to all of this Am I getting older and therefore sad Do I just miss when the world wasn't so bad