We make life seem so much worse than it is.
When really it's the only thing some of us have..
Sitting in a drak corner, slitting my wrists..
It doesn't change anything.. or prove anything in fact..
I write to the world when there's no one to talk to..
I cry to myself when there's no shoulder to cry on..
I throw things around the lonely room I sit in for anger to shine..
I watch the sun set and the moon rise just for the affect of thinking there's still a chance for me..
I sit and wait, thinking he'll be there.. and the pain will stop,
when in reality, that's impossible.
I'm an alone freak surrounded by blood.
I watch those black tears stream down my cheeks..
wondering if it'll soon be over..
and all this will end..
When really it's the only thing some of us have..
Sitting in a drak corner, slitting my wrists..
It doesn't change anything.. or prove anything in fact..
I write to the world when there's no one to talk to..
I cry to myself when there's no shoulder to cry on..
I throw things around the lonely room I sit in for anger to shine..
I watch the sun set and the moon rise just for the affect of thinking there's still a chance for me..
I sit and wait, thinking he'll be there.. and the pain will stop,
when in reality, that's impossible.
I'm an alone freak surrounded by blood.
I watch those black tears stream down my cheeks..
wondering if it'll soon be over..
and all this will end..
