Because I'm broken.

So used to abuse,

I don't know any other way...

my mind heavy,

on my rotting business...

I live inside this dark,

with a corpse from my past.

But please,

let me introduce myself,

I am a common rash.

I'm falling to pieces

in this land of make

believe sunshine.

Learning it never is

the real thing,

when it's started

out with lies.

What a day to be a joke.

All around the world,

my heart remaining broke.

If these memories

are only a rerun show.

Surely, I am the last to know.

I got that feeling

of disturbance and disease.

It's in my veins; I'll never be free...

-HMG