So I'm just a boy,stuck in the suburbs
no one to love, just people to hate.
Breaking the glass, shattering the window
walking the grass, creating my own path.
So here I am, Painting with oils
dripping of blood, not mixing so well.
I painted this life, sculpted my own hell
don't need you sympathy
just a voice to scream with.
So here I am...
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