Twisted

Everything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
Laughing…
At death.
Laughing…
At my last breath.

When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones

Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles

At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell

To really understand this world of opposition
And upside-downs
When I try to call my friend
Turns out she’s the enemy
And when I think I’m singing
I’m actually really cursing
And all around me
They all just do the same

When normality's are no longer normality's
I’m so confused
When Beauty is ugly
And scars are lovely
Gets pretty hard to disguise the outside
When one day you realize the inside is outside
More to add to the jumble when
You love what you hate and hate what you love

Everything is either upside down or backwards
Confusing…
What goes up never comes down
And what goes wrong never goes better



Everything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be laughing
But instead I’m crying
Crying…
Because I’m alive
Crying…
Because I survive.