It began at sixteen, (when) the worlds words
blurred, my dreams, took my esteem, into a downwards stream,
in between scenes of raves, days, of misbehaves
I pray my masquerade stays, until it fades,
the depression,
stressing, the best things,
I feel it messing, with every break I’m promised,
instead I’m haunted,
by past ghosts, who crash hope with mad jokes my conditions stays chronich ,
my listen to their carnage introduced the gin & tonic
So now it’s me myself and the voices,
A dark cell, I can’t tell if it’s bad choices,
I stare down, ignore the sound around, pour a bit more making it easier to hide the frown,
I’m falling, death is calling,
life is scolding me for constantly stalling,
can’t walk straight, every step filled with hate, can’t stand who I am so I tend to be fake,
locked the real me in a prison I can't free,
the bars are like scars from bad memories,
man I grew up to be, what I didn't want to be,
just living a nightmare that keeps haunting me,