Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain

At the ripe age of almost too young to remember
I was baptized in the regret of befriending these insipid ferals
That watched me ache when I was prodded with sticks
Remember the pop of the cork and the one in the bat that hit my forehead
Split open
Like the letter you left
On my mother's doorstep
Showing everyone's a threat

They want me dead
They'll kill me with loneliness
But I was born and bred by the fog to fight back
Tooth and nail, motherfucker, I'm never going back

It was always the plan to end it all at 23
I might still be going out, but not for nothing
A statement
To prove to all of you I was meant to be a god
Even if divided by my muse mental illness and addictions
Do it