a two sided sad story Lyrics

I used to sit way in the back of the class

With my dad hat

Hoodie on and looked Eminem but an ass hat

Never really cool and I got picked on a lot

Put in a chokehold and left right on the floor there to rot

It's kind of messed up

The world that we live in so insecure

Cause your daddy beat you meaning that hurting others the cure?

Man but fuck that

I could care less about what you think

Learn the lesson know the difference

Then it's gone within the blink

Of an eye

You just sat there twenty minutes trying to learn about the past

Gave it up and just said "Fuck it" cause you just wanted to pass away

Your having arguments with dad

And now you picking on a kid

And steady acting like an ass today

I feel like no one understanding you the way that I do

I see a dark behind those eyes

Yea lets talk about you

A kid abused by his dad

Body covered in bruises

Think you need a therapist but you just drown in the music

Take pills right beside the rope

All good but it's not the road

Crash land in my bed again

I feel I should right a note

Take pills right beside the rope

All good but it's not the road

Crash land in my bed again

I feel I should right a note

You don't know about the life that I lived

If I could see another human in another existence

I would fuck everything up and try to do it again

And again and again and again until its stuck in my head

Body covered bruises but you think you know me

You think you've seen all of my sides

And you think I'm lonely

I know you judge me and I hear that you've been close remotely

But judging people doesn't mean that you're the one and only

I used to sit way in the back of the class

With my dad hat

Hoodie on and looked Eminem but an ass hat

Never really cool and I got picked on a lot

Put in a chokehold and left right on the floor there to rot

That's what I did to those around me from their point of view

My dad abused the alcohol he went and left a new

Mark on my body everyday

Every minute that he gets he keeps pushing me away

Afternoon roll around

And I start to hear the shouts

Large amount of ciggy burns on my momma when she pout

Hear it echo through the hallway

He could do this all day

Said that she gonna leave

But that's just what they all say

And I'm sorry that I pick on these kids

I should've known better not to do my coping like this

I don't condone letters written suicidal attempt

Up on the throne he thinks

He's something that our god can accept

But I don't think that's the truth

It isn't right to assume

He's like a bomb that keeps on ticking

And I can not diffuse

So I get high up off the pills

And pray to god for the truth

And maybe someday in the future

He'll be locked up in a cube