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Misfit
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Clayton Jennings
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My mountains are Everest, my lows are Pacific Bipolar specific, but sadly you'd never get it Even if you were Egyptian and my poems were hieroglyphics Pyro whenever I flow like a dragon in Cairo You’d have to live it to get it Always been different Did my best just to fit in Talk more than I listen Had two pets, and I flipped 'em Two birds to the system Of this broken religion Yeah, I'm flawed but a Christian No thanks to tradition Not a fan of religion Tell the world, on a mission Hundreds of millions have listened Rolled the dice and just risked it Three dices, all sixes At nights when they visit I keep a light, but I dim it I’m alright, but I'm in it Really just a misfit Dying to end it Final note, should I send it? Unread letters in red I wondered what would be said "Bipolar affected his head" What about the comments he read? And all the lies that were spread? I'm alive, never dead, I write with Lazarus lead No emotion, just broken, I'm alone in this ocean Does anyone notice? Does anyone know his Outlook is hopeless? Out with the ropin' Fastened to throat n' You're laughin', I’m chokin’ Fascinate you for show n' Time to couper the flow Collapse on stage and just go I vacillate between fast and slow I’m passionate, but I start to grow Elsa, I'm cold, frozen in snow If I tell you I'm okay then I'm really just Pinocchio So who’s my Geppetto? Suicide squad before Jared Leto Quite to you but loud in my head, though Voices with refusal to mellow Wrap my head in my pillow I'm trapped inside these pill lows I'm empty, but my bottle's refilled, though God sent me here, how could I just go? Got a daughter, how could I just blow My brains all over my wife's clothes? Wedding dresses, white clothes Gossip online, another fleeting remark Closest they'll get to meeting a star Always a comet that takes it too far So I slip, dip, duck, and cut the breaks on their car "Look Arabelle, it's a shooting star!" Watch you drive off the cliff from afar "Hurry, make a wish", I just did I wish for no more bullied kids For no more trolls, no slit wrists No more pills and overdosed kids No more kills, it's overposted No more pride, stop the boasting No more lies, stop promoting Everything that leads to fear, failure, and loathing Everything that leads to death Help the hurting? I've done my best Hurt while helping? Answer's yes So many regrets, can no longer express Feeling the guilt from the carnage I've left Carnivals for articles, I'm just a guest But I'm a fake, a snake, a puppet at best Never sleep soundly when I go to bed Only hear the sound of burning bridges instead So I lay there on that mattress I self-sabotage for the masses Set fire with these matches Got talent no one matches But maybe I just can't hack it Not famous but not a has-been Known all over the atlas Abracadabra, right back at this Some call it mania, some call it magic But now I'm trapped in Sinking, what's happening? It's a nightmare, oh so sad to see Some people only care about the bad in me They hate me, why you so mad at me? But they're captivated, so they can't leave I'm not a net, so stop casting me I'm not auditioning, you're not casting me Usain, I bolt, you're not catching me Was in a pill and a capsule like a casualty Deacons infatuated with attacking me Demons gather 'round to attach to me Rearview mirror, I'm looking back to see Everything I hated and had to leave You can have my past, but you can't have me Daggers to the back, and you watched me bleed Staggered, never shattered, stood back to my feet Been to Hell, been to Hades, never six feet deep Billy Graham and Eminem, that's the mix in me Which one am I becoming? That's the mystery I've been dying to quit this show, man, my whole life's been a circus Thirty-three years, and it's time to pull back the curtains I'm talking back to this demon, I'm talking to you I pray you die tonight and burn in Hell when you do So which whip witch? Choose Uber or broom Cross on my temple, my King's coming back soon Rituals and voodoo, not a thing you can do Time is running out, but there's still room Indiana Jennings just blew up the Temple of Doom
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