This Ain’t A Truth Story, This Is A Reformatory (By Me)

I have my escape, and you have yours. 
Breaking out, lashing out and coming out for more. 
I will live, I will shout for more and show it all to bare

To the eyes of the world, 
I’m so faded and degraded. 

A disgrace, a pretender
A no good fake

Many names
Many blame
To take all this shame

It makes me scream,
Makes me dream
And crave so much more

Crashing down, bowing down
The reams of it all fall down

This is my, (this is my)
Claim to shame
My reclaim to the blame

Folding out, crying out
We bawl it out
And mutter out

WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME
YOU DON’T KNOW 
WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME

(End)