Cradled for years
Til' he came to them a boy
Was kicked in the streets
With no chance of return
Left nameless and cold
His friends would all say
Be careful what you choose
You may regret it someday
Little Josephine
Don't understand your body
Little Josephine (why this)
Narrow minded god to create me?
Runt of the litter
And an influence of grief
A new cosmic babysitter
With no feelings of relief
Shells from to escape
Souls cast from their bodies
A chase of man on man
With repressed eternal rotting
Little Joey
Don't understand your body
Little Joey (why this)
Narrow minded god to create me?
Burn away your memories
Resentment has been held in parenting
We only wanted a baby
Now you grew up and you're too challenging
Little grown man
Not so little anymore
Dysphoria surrounds your being
Little grown man
Without your permissions
The people in and out grow animalistic
Burn away your memories
Resentment has been held in existing
Maybe there is no happy ending
Maybe there's beauty in just surviving
Little withered soul
Seeking help has been exhausting
Little withered soul
Comfort in discomfort can be paralyzing