Us kids with the brain chemicals-
we were born to lose.
Our parents didn't want us and now
we got more letters than we know what to do with.
A.D.D, O.C.D, P.T.S.D...
We didn't ask for this but we are forced to deal with it.
Addicts, losers, lazies...
More than meets the eye.
I am a victim of circumstance
And a life better lived only in whispers and secrets
We strive to be normal
But the moods or distractions get the better of us.
Shiny fucking things
Are never what they seem.
Counsel away but it doesn't counsel
Love is an idea- not a concrete thing to be held
to a woman who was first touched in lust.
To a man beaten down by a Father.
Time wounds all heals
for the kids with the brain chemicals.