My feelings.

Nothing other than a scar.

A reminding smother.

That I carry on the top of my shoulders.

And with that.

I’ll thank my worried mother.

See,

Without her who would have gave me the cover.

Emotional hand me downs.

I wear as my biggest let me downs.

I learned from my influences.

And I did a lot of bad things to feel better.

I guess I’m wearing the wrong clothes for the wrong weather.

Fast turns around each corner.

Just a bunch of hate hoarders,

Trying to tear down my boarders.

What more can you take from me.

If all that’s left is just empty.