Things have gotta change,
It's kinda strange,
I need to turn a page,
Feels like I'm in front of a firing range,
17 with the wisdom of a sage,
I'm getting mad; I gotta hold my rage,
And set the stage, for a new beginning,
A second ending, And I'm lending,
A part of my soul, to the man who is sending,
A blending of a letter of apology,
With a note of catastrophe,
Stop askin' me if this man is me,
It's just the way it has to be,
It's metaphorical,
I'm sorry if I'm borin you,
But keep reading, it'll pick up in a core or two,
And by a core, I mean a line,
Cuz every line comes from the heart of my mind,
And the soul of my brain, it's too hard to get by,
I arm wrestle with the hands of time,
And as I cut through the fabric of the universe,
I slice too deep and I swear I slap hands with Lucifer,
And as my body is engulfed in flames,
I think about the pain, the shame,
That I have caused to the people with my last name,
BUT WAIT!!! I have the last name of some man I've never met,
And according to the past, my birth was an accident,
Only a few people would say I'm heaven sent,
And I don't care what you say; I would not be better dead,
And for the betterment of me, I need to get ahead,
Keep Satan out, and God, let him in,
But now, Mephistopheles is on top of me,
His gnashing teeth are choppin' me,
This isn't how it oughta be,
I'm all closed in, claustrophobic,
I'm waitin', hopin',
These doors will open,
And I will be chosen,
From a herd of sheep,
For I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I should die before I wake,
I pray he keep my family OK,
But hey, like the song say,
I don't wanna die,
If I showed more emotion, I might break down and cry,
But then, everyone I know would call me a punk,
I'd have to cover it up, and say I was drunk,
But I don't like to deceive,
Cuz the more lies you tell, the less people believe,
And I don't wanna live like that,
Coverin' things up, and leavin' out facts,
Havin' people I don't know breathin down my back,
All because one white lie had got me off track,
I'm sorry if i'm down, but this life is a hard one,
This isn't the end of the poem, this is just part one.
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