Splitting

Sometimes its so hard

To see people for what they are

When you see the world through a lifetime of abuse so far

Everything in your eyes gets warped

Not because you want it to but because its all you have been taught

Trust the ones who appear to be good

Love can be bought

Its like I get to know a person

Than I run away

Because I tell myself I have no control over the words they say

its hard not to see things and people as evil

When youve already seen so much

Too much to handle

Sometimes I felt like maybe there were hidden cameras

and my life was just a marathon of Cops

It was a reason that I tried my best to live my life in a straight line

Act narrow let the ones I hang out with do the dirty stuff

Dont get involved

But as much as I try to seperate my two lives

They spilled into eachother

I saw two things in two different lights

Working in the ghetto during the day

Experiencing the ghetto at night

Just watching

Almost like a journalist

Observing and analyzing

Judging

Watching others live their lives a certain way

Most of the time

To the ground

They always tried to bring me down

Didnt like that I had my limits

and that I was so dumb

But I still drank alot

Because the places and people I saw those nights

You just have to keep yourself numb

Because its horrible and deprived

and you cant imagine tha