Not really going anywhere

 

So I think I should start off by letting you know that i'm not really going anywhere.
I live with my mom
Don't go to school
Barely got a job
I love video games and online comics
I live by my heart
And lead my life by bittersweet words
That never pass by pursed lips
But stain paper and ink that noone'll ever read.

So I think I should continue this by letting you know that I got issues.
Nah - I don't think you get it.
Were talking clinically classified issues here.
I got scars that I hide.
And at this moment i'm talking literally here not metaphorically.
I have these isolated incidents that have turned my hair grey at 25.
But don't worry your pretty little face.
I only lash out on myself and thats a promise.

Oh, so you want me to get really personal with you.
You say you can handle it so here we go.
Those scars on on the inside of my arm... yeah there from what you think they are.
Those marks on my legs... so are they.
And yes i've been a drug addict and a w***e and everything else you wana make up.
And did I mention i've lost everything i've ever loved at one time or another and at one point in time I even managed to do it all at once
So theres the truth... think you can handle it now?

I'm an emotional escape artist
and a modern day narcicist
So let me finish this by telling you to proceed with caution
My surgeon generals warning has become a lil faded with time
But heed none the less
Be careful of this girl
so - Did I mention i'm not really going anywhere?