It's hard for me to talk to you and tell you how I feel.
I want to protect you from what I feel is real.
I can't begin to tell you the sadness
I feel.
I've tried over and over again to get God to explain why I got the raw deal.
How come I feel lost when I have got nowhere to go?
Mr. Anger hanging on my neck.
He never let's go.
People will say they love you but they never show up to the show.
I can never be what you want me to.
I'm not a King so give away my crown.
There is nothing left of me you can see it in my eyes.
I have nothing left to give to the agony please let go of me.
I'm just another fuckin tragedy.
It's the scratch that feeds on me.
Leaving me empty as I can be.
©budmac38
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