in my room in a tomb consume by all the problems and complications that loom, off tune I don't wake up till around noon bake rolling rapping till I'm in a cocoon.fleeding more alone than a man on the moon. but they see me, read me there soon, assume all feelings are immune. as kid you treated me like a buffoon, heart pump like a hot air balloon, all I see is red and maroon bloods boiling June. life mom and dad never had a honeymoon. born in a typhoon and a cyclone no real, home. I'm indefinitely definitely alone. switching between parents now on loans, seven when it started 15 ,16 about be grown. notice in the tones, groans and moans. throwing stones no King of Queens sitting at the throne, don't got to be, Marvin or Sherlock Holmes to see something's going on, hatred is strong. love solidifies forms a bond, this whole s*** feel wrong. was a family for now nobody belongs.