[Verse 1]
The anger left behind.
Rotting me inside out.
No way to rewind.
No way to fix.
I let it take over.
I black out.
My murders are a cover.
A cover for my amnesia.
[Chorus]
Everything held within me.
Pain is the only fix.
Makes me feel home.
Makes me feel human.
[Verse 2]
When I wake.
Where am I?
Pondering on my dream.
Wondering if it was fake.
I hear the sirens.
Next thing I know.
Blue and red.
Then three cops dead.
[Breakdown]
We need to make it,
Through this nightmare.
We need to make it,
Through my pasts revenge.
[Outro]
The gun on the ground.
What to do?
Pick it up.
Fire.
Jake Wertman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-misled-fear/
