My mind is a gutter, 

filled with vile thoughts.

The raining tears only makes things worse.

Try to be good, try to be clean,

scrub, scrub, scrub.

You'll never be clean.

Impure images are engraved in my skull,

and yet a fragile heart is locked away.

Tryin' to make sense of the lies,

but you'll never see through the demon in sheep clothing.

Words flow like the pollution that floats to the sky.

Do you feel better?

Is that weight lifted from your shoulders?

Potty mouth, potty mouth...

bet you wish you weren't headed down south.

South to where the winters are hot, 

Where the flames surround you.

Go ahead and let it out.

Spit trash from your mouth.

Who are you hurting?

No one cares that you a child trying to be an adult.

WRONG!

You care,

You choose to let your worth be discounted, marked down.

Fate had no role,

You rolled the dice.

You hold the dice,

Shake it, throw it, and love it.

Let the knife pierce the air,

and the bitterness stop the healing.