Scattered everywhere I have to gather my feelings.
Exactly the same notions I have to do with my reasons,
My dreams were shot down before they even took flight,
Many people in my life never gave me a chance to put up a fight,
So I grab piece by piece as I try my best solve,
I multiplied myself so every part of me was involved,
I got sick by the metaphors and empty hands,
Until I fill my stomach with what I love and become a MAN.