This shit right here,
This song is my diary,
A personal look into the heart that's inside of me,
The hardships that Ive seen,
The limits that I have reached,
The piss and vinegar it filters everytime it beats
The lungs that hold the air that I must breathe,
The throat that funnels the words that I speak,
I'm 27 and sometimes can't help but think,
I'm falling so hard cause I already passed my peak.
I jumped and didn't notice how high I leaped,
I missed the view cause I was fast asleep,
And just last week,
My account went in the negative,
My wallet so flat you woulda thought it was dented in,
Waitin' on calls like a fuckin receptionist,
but my phones so quiet you woulda thought it was dead again.
Anxiety got my stomach all upset again,
And Medications got me all fucked up in the head again,
3 pills, all with the same affects as a sedative,
Spent my whole sunday sleepin in bed again.
Two boys waitin on their daddy for breakfast,
But all we got to eat is peanut butter and bread again.



Yeah,
This song is my diary,
You were right,
Whoever said that they doubted me,
Wolves always get picked out in a crowd of sheep,
Couldn't fit in, my fathers never been proud of me.
Got my first charge at the age of 16,
Always been a fuck up, I guess that's just me,
First one to have kids out of 3 siblings,
Always been a fuck up, I guess that's just me.

Man,
I aint trying to complain,
I'm just venting,
Opening the windows to my brain,
So you can step in,
Take a look inside,
Get onto this roller coaster,
Maybe Take it for a ride..
May be fun for you,
Till the loops make you nautious,
Now Imagine if you could never get off it.
its Hard for you to imagine layin in a coffin,
While your Sitting behind a desk in a nice little office,
Hard for me to imagine a life without debt,
While i'm applyin for some jobs that I wont ever get,
Ive Made so many decisions that i'll forever regret,
Ive Had so much shit happen that I will never forget.
and sittin in a living room,
Is killin' me, literally,
Little by little,
Shit is typical. It's pitiful. Poor Me.
Find a bottle of bleach that you could pour me,
And maybe I could drink away these stains like a 40

Yeah,
This song is my diary,
You were right,
Whoever said that they doubted me,
Wolves always get picked out in a crowd of sheep,
Couldn't fit in, my fathers never been proud of me.
Got my first charge at the age of 16,
Always been a fuck up, I guess that's just me,
First one to have kids out of 3 siblings,
Always been a fuck up, I guess that's just me.

Yeah,
This song is my diary,
I'm doing it now, I think i'm owed an apology
Never afraid to step out of my boundaries,
I Realize now that the wolves prowl the sheep,
Yeah,
This song is my diary,
You were wrong,
Whoever said that they doubted me,
Wolves always get picked out in a crowd of sheep,
I'm proud of myself, Could give a fuck if you proud of me

yea...