if i told u i've been abused as a kid.. would u believe me?

if i told u i've been thrown out of house before.. would u believe me?

if i told u i've been humiliated really badly before.. would u believe me?

if i told u i almost went into a girl's home.. would u believe me?



there are things i never tell u about becoz u dont need to noe... or rather.. u have no interest in. u'd think its all bullshit.

because i look normal.. doesnt mean i've got no issues... these are not excuses. they are reasons why i find it so hard to be carefree.. its my phobia.. u wouldnt understand, coz u've never walked in my shoes before.. behind all tat facade.
i'm really just another broken clock trying to fix myself.

as much as i want freedom.. i'm terrified of my mom too...

and i'm waitin for my short hand to make another 35040 rounds..

i'm just hoping the clock doesnt stop...