Tragedy

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Jesse Schuler

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Cop in the basement
Mind growing impatient
Seeing all my family broken down it's wrote in their faces
Momma saying there's coke
Throat squeeze like a rope
Can't relive the time without the twitching fingers and toes
Been trying to cope
With feeling so cold
At the age of twelve my dad was hauled away, losing hope
"Baby, why are you doing this?"
Couldn't go through with it
See the empty look on my dad
While I empty tears, every one I had

Turning individuals to simple subject and matter
See momma's heart shatter
Got coke flows and imperial batter
The blood, make is splatter and lambs to the slaughter
Dad looked at his daughters, expecting applauders
But no one was harder to see through
I was the exception to the news of my dad
Made it bad
Bring him back
The exception to the dudes that you wouldn't look at
They broke the doors down with sledgehammers and gats
The oath clowns who only knew that my father was Matt
I broke down the way that their hammers attacked
Then wrote down the lyrics and not the names on their badge
See, it's always fictional
Heart opens, medicinal
Heart closes, it's lyrical
Hard to focus, the miracle
As a child I wasn't understood
That's why I feel like the burden of my existence isn't what it could-
Turn into something
Positive must bring
The feeling of trusting
The judgement I must see
Why couldn't I just be
An understanding child to know I couldn't control it?
My family is losing hope, or maybe it's me

Cop in the basement
Mind growing impatient
Seeing all my family broken down it's wrote in their faces
Momma saying there's coke
Throat squeeze like a rope
Can't relive the time without the twitching fingers and toes
Been trying to cope
With feeling so cold
At the age of twelve my dad was hauled away, losing hope
"Baby, why are you doing this?"
Couldn't go through with it
See the empty look on my dad
While I empty tears, every one I had

Moving away, so sinister scary
Like cops' holsters with pistols and the way they would carry them
I got a new room, a new house, a past I could bury
But nothing compared to seeing the cops, the way he was carried
It's got to be shared and you got to be caring
To the new kid, they acted and forgot the red herring
They always clueless and blatant, they forgot to be sparing
Always knew this, so I decided I should probably mind my fucking business
The wrist slits
And missed friends
I benefitted from it
I swear to God if someone insults me, you'll see my shit flip, I
Just can't, I
Seen so many things that I
Can't resort to violence, even if it's on my mind, uh
Used to pain it don't matter if I bleed some
I've been feeling lately that I think that I just need one
To feel what I feel
To just soak in the sun
No drugs and no pills
I just need to feel "fun"
And I've been open to trying new things and trying new dreams
But I can't help but feel this world's been hiding from me
And lying to me
Aside from the things that I can't believe
It's really showed that I've been always kept in the dark
And now we're back to the start
With lights flashing like its glow in the dark
Pain is necessary for creating new art
The nuances may seem a little trivial
But I ain't rich yet, so I can't buy myself a new heart

Cop in the basement
Mind growing impatient
Seeing all my family broken down it's wrote in their faces
Momma saying there's coke
Throat squeeze like a rope
Can't relive the time without the twitching fingers and toes
Been trying to cope
With feeling so cold
At the age of twelve my dad was hauled away, losing hope
"Baby, why are you doing this?"
Couldn't go through with it
See the empty look on my dad
While I empty tears, every one I had

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