I know it's my life but I cant live it, everyday it's a constant struggle not to end it, the pain is smothering I'm suffering feels like I'm winded, how can you call it a life if nobody's in it, I got so many messages to write but I can't send it, just turn the lights out, why make the rules if everybody wants to bend it
I hate the way I'm livin so I just stay in bed rapped up in the linin, I wanna end the pain but the pain in my brain is just beginin, it sounds insane but this shit is untame it's myself that I blame that I'm never win'n
I pull my hair till my head is raw, theres nothin in it, I don't have the smarts to read or the confidence to play ball, I'm always the troubled kid, never in class instead I was in the hall, excuse my self to the bathroom to cut myself in an empty stall, no matter how many times I get back up I always fall, I never answer the phone but it doesn't matter if no one ever calls
I know that I seem strange but no matter how I change I will always be the outcast, in the year book spelled wrong was my last name and win I needed help nobody ever came
it doesn't matter if I stay, nobody would notice if I died to day, no funeral and even the preacher will not pray, yea I know that it sounds so grey but really it is okay
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