My words on the paper is the only way to escape

this facade I'm putting up

trying to close the gate

to my own reality 

I'm slowly losing my mind

Thinking how bad my life sucks

put it all on rewind

back to my happy days where I felt free and fine

 

Are these my words or am I trapped by the people and man

no these are MY words, because I feel things that others cant 

I fell my life is an obliviation

say concentration

but I know that their forever waiting

for my great awakening 

 

Hoping that I finally see the face

wait till the day 

that they see that I rise above the lames

rise up to fame

because these are my words

spoken strong

so I will get along

with every other outcast in the wrong

to prove them wrong

 

I will stay motivated

that'll certainly shut them up

while i'm shutting it down

my words to stump me down

to the ground

so they can see their faces of the clowns that put me down

 But I'll rise up, while they stay 

yea, I know

my dream sucks 

just like other looking in or looking up

with their noses Up

 

i'll show them I can fly

higher than the sky

thats why they lie

"no she's all right"

when they can see that I'm about to cry

but these are my words

yes they are

can change that

thats who I are

not who I am

my words will make them damned to regret

What They have said

yep I promise that

they'll rue the day

they cursed my name

and shed my blood in vain

no I don't hate

 

Cause just wait to the day

 

That they no longer see shae

as a peice of the grass

as a peice of the ground I swear it on my life 

 

My words will fly!