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I've been trying to go back to the past

But I can't cause' I'm trapped in a standstill

Locked up with my tranquility

No mobility

Laughable remedies

Laughing at my abilities

Harsh frequencies

Tearing me apart

Down to my dignity

You ask me

Why I outlast

This canon event

But I'm trapped in reality

I can never go back

One chance

Shooting my shot

Like a cannon

I've never been a fan of

expansion

Hard to imagine

What could've been

But it was an illusion

Of fiction

They abandoned me

Now I take medicine

To help from relapsing

It's killing me

Figuratively

Overstimulation

Lack of ambition

I stay in a bad condition

Worsening

No eviction

The day light says I'm fine

It's my addiction

Asking me questions

Fueling the fire in my brain

Wanting an ignition

Leading me to rebellion

With myself

Leading to felony

Making enemies

Questioning

How I'm building this recipe

Leads to therapy

Insane in the head mentally

Nightmares of my past

Killing me

Blinding me

I want back

I'm mentally broken

Inside my head

There are seventeen mysteries

You can't picture it

My stability

Flexible flexibility

Cancer living rent free

In my lungs they stab me

In conclusion I can't be

Living in the streets

Legally free

Of seeing things I can't unsee

I've been broken by the past

Haunting my mind with unfair practices

And did I mention

I'm banned from public bathrooms, restaurants and other places

Let's face it

I'm insane I'm saying it

Trapped by the past

Trapped in the past

Trapped everywhere

But I can't go back

Like a cat in my owners home

Living lavish

That's what I wish I could have

But all the things that I had last

I packed fast

To a timeline where I can't stand

The motion of fast rats

And bats I'm not batman

I'm no hero nor stand for it

My understanding of reality

Is understandably rancid

Sour like candy

Live with salty families

And I'm actually happy

That I made a song

That's so anti fancy

Never got to live classy or flashy

All my clothes are trashy

Put into perspective

This hell that I live in daily

My words disintegrate

But my dreams immigrate

To my future I illustrate

Like a book with no paper

It's inevitable

I'll die sooner or later