Distress

Yo, yo, yo I've come undone I always thought I would be young But aren't I still, why am I falling apart Was this just how it was supposed to be right from the start A wreck, a mess, half of a man Barely able to crawl let alone stand Forgive me if I spit on my own fucking grave I could never really able to truly sit and behave Try to get me to chill at a funeral Would require far more then a few fucking pills I wasn't really that bad of a kid Ah f*ck that shit, I was fucking retarded Couldn't understand, couldn't belong I was never really that f*ck strong You could push me down, and I'd stay on the ground Maybe that was my real fucking crowd Just another epitome of failure and distress Nothing about me was even half the best Walking down this street with a pasty complexion No to mirrors seem to give me the same reflection Not sure what or where I'm supposed to be Can't tell if I am in pain or ectacy I just wanna pop all the screws Make reality old news Don't try to intervene I can't be stopped like Charlie Sheen Been around the block But they still say I can't talk What do they know About what I got to show Just because I wasn't beaten Doesn't mean I don't know pain When you know where I've been It's a whole new game I've been here, I've been there, I've been everywhere But it doesn't mean you gotta know This my show I'll open the curtain for you to stair But then you're gonna have to prepare If you wanna know my story I'll deliver But it might make the meek of heart quiver For things aren't always within the rational We'll be getting into the supernatural This is the story of insanity, a place that I gotta be I don't know why I can't resist a new way To make my mind twist on this broken day Melting memorials, are you even listening Distressing styles, what words are you missing Ask for my info, and arrive to an insult Lathered in bullshit my answers I'll coat Wild and romantic, you can't quite contain this All I can do is reach for attainment Exploits of utter debasement If only you know what it was exactly I meant But this is such an oblique reference I don't really want to wear any of this On my artificial sleeve, so let this be I gotta go live up to this faux prophecy That seems to be in endlessly supply Only way I can get through this is high Choking down some purple liquid So I can get the feels of the lyrically gifted Unsatisfied, impulsively didactic Not quite how I ever planned this Just endlessly swallowed, by abandon Maybe all I known is just a fiction?