I'd swallow pills for simple thrills
And drink as if i had to sink
Into a world that felt more real
A place where i could think
My head would spin from deep within
And there i'd find the inner me
Not someone who was chastised
With a longing to be free
And in this state of anger, hate
I'd look around in such disdain
And spit my thoughts from what became
A sharp and razored tongue
The freak in me was always there
Exploding from a childs despair
My past was never "Just bad luck"
But simply Punk as fuck!
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