scattered scraps of something i once loved

from here i walk into the desert of hell

you wouldn't understand
trapped in this skin
i walk alone again
cursed with this misery
it has a deadly hold on me
beneath the moons light
i disappear from sight
you and i will never be the same you see
for im cursed alone, forever to be

out of step is just a phrase
i have no foot print
i am different from everyone one..
i fit no mold
you and i will never relate
(being completely different from everyone because of how many different subcultures i circle)

ive always grown up being out of step
being different is a part of me
i will probably never fit in anywhere because of the fact that i am into so many different subcultures that define me as a person

i can see the fear build in your eyes
it's mother fuckers like you i despise

>some where deep inside
i have a heart i hide

>some where deep inside
i'm still alive

only now have i begun to embrace my weirdness
i feel as though i am a dog
but i walk on my hind legs
i speak about the way things used to be and
an intellectual ambiguity


>like the relation of ghost to mist

i wish i wasn't such a nervous wreck
i wish i could feel again
my heart needs a jump start
how can i find my self in this sadness
all that's left is my own madness

we take for granite all the gifts we are given
image being born with out vocal cords
or the ability to hear
image living life in a wheel chair
this used to be a tree
this used to be a tree
this used to be a tree
it was living just like me.

>grant me strength to except the things that i can not change