It's not what I'd call a tight family— not mine
I was born into a bloodline loaded on shine
A line stewed in self-propelling propensity
Add to that overly thick emote density

It was not a home, no— I grew up in a house
With raging tempers that no one knew how to douse
Said house was knob and tube wired— it was gas lit
But it looked picture-perfect on the face of it

I grew up near a town— it's not complicated
Streets lined with the emote-ly emaciated
I grew up with friends but most have suffocated
And the few that have not— they are well-sedated

I hope some kind of god will gift us some goodwill
I hope it's not just a matter of time; until
They too become another number— ill-fated
But I'll tell you one thing— I will not be bated

I will not fall back into the way I was raised
I will not fall aside the emotionally dazed
I refuse to become a stat— predictable
Died too young; no— I will contradict that label

Full of stress— completely unable to express
Never experienced happinesses caress
Will not be the things I have to death bed confess
I digress— time for change— not in name, just address

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