Lletres: Victims Family. Abuse.

something's in the way
something's in the road
obstacles for me
something's in my throat
some things bother me
some things don't
other things might
my life's a sinking boat
don't let me drown, don't let me sink
i'm not gonna rot, i'm not gonna stink like rotting
playing happy games
keeping up a smile
keeping myself happy
just for a while
making ugly music
writing stupid words
why do you want to listen?

don't you get disturbed?
aren't you getting tired?
don't i make you sick?
isn't your stomach turning?
doesn't my face need to be kicked?
self-abuse, from me to you, to cover myself
to cover the truth, no self-worth,
i'm eating dirt, and i'll get smart
and eat my words
and eat my words
and eat my words
and eat my words
and eat my words