About never challenging an emotional intelligent person

Killshot

Sommar 04

Ungdomens Sår

I  was born in a blur, no user’s guide,
a spark in a storm that refused to hide.
Teachers said “focus,” I tried, I lied,
my brain ran laps while the clock just died.
World on mute but my head too loud,
a mind full of fireworks under a cloud.
They called it lazy, crazy, maybe phase-y,
I called it surviving — barely, daily.


Every thought’s a bullet train with no plan,
I start five lives before breakfast, man.
They said “grow up,” I said “I’m tryin’,”
but I’m wired like lightning that never stops flyin’.


Yeah, I got static in my soul,
never fit inside control.
Built my fire from the cold,
lost a lot but I found my gold.
This road’s been long, no map, no line,
but the noise in my head? It’s mine.


I crash mid-sentence, trip on words,
forget the plan, remember the verbs.
Ideas burst like grenades in rain,
I chase one spark, then switch the lane.
Love hits fast, fades slow,
heart like a drum that won’t let go.
I laugh too loud, I feel too much,
touch the world like it’s made of dust.


Used to think I was broken, truth’s I’m rare,
a radio tuned past normal air.
I bleed rhythm, I breathe rhyme,
my chaos keeps me right on time.
Every scar’s a verse I earned,
every lesson’s a match that burned.
Now I see the mess as art —
a masterpiece with a restless heart.


Yeah, I got static in my soul,
never fit inside control.
Built my fire from the cold,
lost a lot but I found my gold.
This road’s been long, no map, no line,
but the noise in my head? It’s mine.


So if you see me drift, don’t fix my aim,
I’m built from sparks that won’t stay tame.
I don’t need calm — I need a beat,
a place where chaos and rhythm meet.
I walk that long road, unrefined,
and every step rewires my mind.
I’m not cured — I’m alive in motion,
a storm that learned to swim the ocean.

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