I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk s**t, but I love it every time
And I realize
I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Wanna know why I’m playing such a hard core song? It’s because I’m angry. In order not to take it out on anyone, I came here to pour out my anger the only way I knew how to; by painting
Luckily, the art teacher gave us permission to come here after school if we felt like.
No, I won’t smile but I’ll show you my teeth
And imma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I’ve been polite but won’t be caught dead
Letting a man tell me what I should do in my bed
I sat down and drew as hard as I could on my sketchpad, constantly knocking dow
