Close your mind   stop trying to understand me   false psycho-analysis   just know that this life hasn’t been real good   broken home and more broken dreams than ever imagined   a question mark where a pretend dad once stood and a mother so consumed by regret   life hasn’t been real good   broken home and more broken dreams than ever imagined   there are no skies in my new utopia   I’m so spent now that i envy the dead   and my most intimate thoughts are on ways to kill everyone... even me   no one is safe   you must alleviate all the pain I’m going through   create a way to run away from the inadequacy that i am