Similar

S-s-similar... but not.

Inside a family tree of rot.

Burning inside the root where I grew,

Where I flew, where I knew

All the pain, all the truth.

 

All the problems...

The heartbreak, the sorrow,

Destruction bleeds into the despair of tomorrow.

Trapped in a jar labeled “for later,”

Waitin’ on dinner like it’s somethin’ greater.

Yeah, we’re similar, we are

But united by scars.

Let’s walk down this street tonight,

Where the lamps don’t flicker, and nothing feels right.

(Ooooh sorrow...)

 

Hell on Earth, flames kiss the curb,

Everything evil now feels like the Word.

A world of sin, never thought I’d live in this grin,

Where pain’s a teacher, and loss is kin.

 

All the heartache, all the pain

Every lesson, every stain.

Hear the bells, they ring

For every heartbeat you claim.

Whispers in the dark,

Like voices in the past...

Similar but not.

Partner or not.

Drown in despair,

In a hell of your mind.

Passing time, lookin' out the window

The window of the past, yeah, that rewind.

So they like:

“Hey, nigga, come if you change your mind,

We ‘bout to ride,rob,slide.”

They say

“Come smoke, come joke.”

But it's all just a coax.

A trap. A test.

And I know.

 

We all S-s-similar...

But not (I-In it)

S-s-similar...

But not...