Why's it so hard to make you see,
that who I am is not who you want me to be
I do what I can to try to survive,
but why even try if I don't feel alive.
Living is pointless when there's nothing to live for.
My life is so lonely and always a bore.
I don't know where I belong or what I'm doing here
Right now I'm shaking and upset as I shed this tear.
I don't know whats wrong and I guess i never will.
I think of many posibilities as I'm looking out the window sill.
It could be everyone who I've loved, leaving or putting me down
It could be the millions of things, I'm reliving them through sound.
The words seep through my head, over and over they flow
They wont go away, I've tried everything to make them go.
The thoughts and memories that I'd die to forget
and all the people who've hurt me who I wish I never met.
The stupid choices I made because I thought it was right,
I never had anyone to tell me that it wasn't alright.
Was never smart enough to make the right choice
All I had for instinct was my stupid sounding voice.
I always thought that one day I'd have someone
Someone to look after me, instead of everyone who would run
but no such luck comes, and I'm stuck with myself,
Stuck with not knowing how to find ones self.
What will I become? How will i turn out?
Will I ever figure out what this life is all about?

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