Perspective

My thoughts are glitchy

 

Containing my thoughts up in me

 

Taking every single drug the give me

 

Till I'm walking tipsy

 

I got friends but they don't really care

 

What's going on with me

 

Put up the tree but no ones coming down the fucking chimney

 

I got through a lot but no one seems to see what I live through

 

Questioning my parents school friends and if I should live too

 

Disappointing the people I look up too

 

Seems like I have an obstructed point of view

 

I see you and Pocahontas in every tree

 

And in the North Star while your looking down on me

 

While you looking over me

 

a toy is all you ever see

 

That's what I'll always be

 

Till u set me free