Life Story

I guess it all starts when I’m just a baby
4 or 5 my dad left then my mother raised me

Two years pass and mummy packed me off to school
where the problem starts as I’m exposed to cruel

To fit in, I tried, but left stranded, why?
branded the geek with the patch on his eye

Beaten an bullied, left emotionally scarred
as you can imagine, my life’s been pretty hard

Suicidal thoughts from around the age of ten
tears were shed in bucket loads I saw the problems then

Just a few years later, my mother met a partner
Colin was his name and I loved him like a farther

I still had all the problems but he helped me when I fell
he raised me as his son so I respected him like hell

A big strong man, and a heart with a glow
he must of taught me nearly everything that I know

Sixteen now and things are one way or the other
most the pain had stopped but still had beatings from an older brother

Off I went to sixth-form, I’m not saying it's a curse
but now the man I called my dad would soon be laying in a hearse

Forced to watch a cancer slowly eat a loved one live
and nothing I could do to help the dad I loved survive

He passed away, to what I really hope's a better place
scattering his ashes where we knew they would be safe

My mother was distraught and so upset she couldn't cope
My brother showed me violence that was fuelled by snorting coke

One day, the pressure, just exploded in my head
took a knife to my brother and I would have stabbed him dead

Blood starts to spill, but not his I’ve cut myself
My mother stood there screaming shouting "SON! YOU NEED HELP!"

What do you expect from this life that I’ve lived
given everything I’ve got so I’ve got nothing left to give

I dropped out of college my brother moved out my way
the effect I seem to have on people drives them far away

Slowly things improved, then I found a social circle
people that I thought were friends, we had a drink and smoked some purple

Then a boy I trusted and I treated as a friend
robbed mine and my mothers house the weight it made me bend

Talking to these so called mates they didn't seem to care
for this stupid thieving rat, they would always still be there

Filled with rage and anger I did the dirty work alone
I smacked him with a knuckle duster right outside his home

I didn't stop until I saw the blood was creeping down his face
his lucky that I hadn't changed my mind and took a knife in case

If you understand why I have poison in my veins
open up your heart to me and share some of your pains