My ship went down
In a sea of sound.
When I woke up alone I had everything:
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.
Use to go to therapy when I was 9 -.-
Not that I was a messed up or crazy kid
I blame my father 0.9
I was confused and scared after my mum and dad had a divorce
I write so that I can lose myself
Then build myself up
I write to tell the unspoken words that I keep bottled up
I spit the fire my heart yearns to release
I'm going to chew up...
I've always had a passion for music. My mother tells me that at 6 months old I was singing. Every night she played a record to fall asleep by. It was a Disney album. Sleeping...