Questions

The whens, hows, what ifs and whys, the questions of our heart that bring us to die inside 'n cry - to our loving mommy's, sometimes were to loud so she - beats us to death, me, myself and I've got nothing left, but bruises on my heart when she choses herself over me, thats not how mommy's are sopose' to be, now the evils burning inside me, convicting 'n disgusting poison like ivy, tellin me what I need'a do, is cut some lines smoke some weed with you, and numb my pain, what I really need is to get my ass out the game, this vicious cycle, we embrace when our faiths on idle, wasting gas, drivings hard enough when your living in the fast lane, shootin' up cocaine, slowly going insane, from the tortures in this coffin of rejection, livings hard enough when your life about lies 'n deception...