Release(rough)

News reports on my recluse
Reporting on my drugs and alcohol abuse
Trapped inside the walls of my mind
Attached on fools are all i find
Its been a month since I cleaned my teeth
All I feel inside is grief
Rugged, messy and unshaven
All i got is my house is my haven.

Your itching skin begins to crawl
You know your being played a fool
The gun inside your closet calls
Begging you to end it all
You kick and scream, shouting no
But you know theres only one place to go.

For months I slept permanently
In that time people kept searching for me
In this place nobody can hurt me
Happy I never made it past thirty.
All I ask is dont cry for me
Ill be back momentarily

On the stage I cannot age.
Its my Neverland.