7*2 words

I'll never be the same, breaking decency Don't be tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots I've been humming too many words, got a weak self esteem That's been stomped away from every single dream But it's something else that brought us feaze Keep it all inside until we feel we can't unleash I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone I think you shouldn't have glorified, now your wrong

You and me are here alone face flat along the edge of the glass But I'm not here to preach, I'm just sick of thugs My parents made me strong to look up that glass So why should I try, act like I'm a little pissed off With all that sh*t that needs to stay back in the shell     Because your punk *ss made it up, your f*cking mind was gone Shoud've never glorified, now your right...

You don't know me, shut up you don't know me...