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“MAN WITHOUT A FACE”
For the past several months I’ve become more conscious of my fears,
Still searching for the cure that relieves the pain and makes it heal,
The pain that killed all of my happy moments,
Cause every time they died I lost more faith in my bodily component,
Decisions to make have got me runnin’ and so afraid,
Cause I don’t wanna be the one layin’ in the mess I may have made,
My confidence is shattered and trust has definitely been lost,
I’m scared to make a move cause consequences now really cost,
I want to relocate, live in a bigger and better place,
Somewhere far away where people wont laugh at all the scars on my face,
Too late cause I’ve only got one more year left inside,
I used to look in the mirror and often watched myself cry,
And now through all this time I’m finding out what I shouldn’t know,
My eyes tell the story as my heart receives the enormous blow,
IT’S UNBELIEVABLE
How I’ve made so many mistakes,
I am now a disgrace,
and
have become a man without a face,
So many things in my life have tried to steadily keep me fallin’ down,
That strugglin’ with life seems to be the only thing that I have found,
Yet every now and then things straighten up and go smooth,
But that doesn’t last for long back to my miserable problems and swinging attitude,
It’s been a rough road experiencing so many deceiving things,
That I can only hope that my face loses all its scars and goes thru a process of eternal clearing,
But at this time and age I still feel out of place,
Running from my problems, but they still show up on my face,
The pain has arisen to a point of no return,
This pain hurts so deep that only time may treat the burn,
I used to think that love was the perfect cure,
But I learned that along with love commitment and dedication may not be reassured,
No guarantees of happiness, but a guarantee of heartache,
Forcin’ me to hide or continue on without a face,
I often dream about what it would be like to be amongst the stars,
Leaving this crazy world behind and all the problems that leave scars,
I cry so often now that there’s nothing but grief all over my face,
Pain inside my body and yet something seems to keep me full with faith,
Maybe someday soon I won’t worry so much cause I’ll know that special woman truly cares,
But until I know for sure I’ll continue to be so sad, so blue, and scared,
Dear Lord I know I’m not the perfect kid I’ve said and treated many unfair,
I’ve pushed all those who’ve loved me away and they’re no longer here,
All I ask is that you give me one more chance to be loved, to be heard, and to be seen,
Because living without a face for over seventeen years has been a painful thing,
No more next time, or next year if not now then never again,
My death shall come quickly and the scars on my face will forever end.
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