It drags like a lasso, as tears pour down my pain,
Face sags like picasso, left for years in the rain,
Feelin' the same, but is it deja vu or familiarity,
Fakers really strain, just cos i do individuality,
But that's reality, and don't go forget the notion,
Brag happily, but not the SOURCE of self promotion,
Lyrics in motion, cos really there's no need to lie,
Couldn't stage what i put on a page, like it's CGI,
Wonder why, was he born sick or did he look around,
Or force Gods hand, like Jesus jumpin' up and down,
I'm a clown, but in a world of blunder and rape,
Emotions found in every whirl of colour and shape,
So roll up the tape, believe this life won't stick,
Takes its toll when life bloats and makes you sick,
So pick, what is this, bring who you're batting for,
Pick misery business, like you all sing Paramore..
~ RealSick '10 ~