It’s like a song lyric, I wish it wasn’t like that.
It’s like a very sad song, a song you could actually cry off.
But I don’t get it, why does it have to be this way?
What have I done wrong?
I hate to complain, but there is so much to complain about.
But I want to try, try to explain to everybody around me how I feel,
but I`m scared, scared that they will laugh off me.
So I just keep it inside, and it’s like razors, it scratches me up inside.
At the end, if God has forgot me like I think he have,
there will not be me anymore, I will be there, but not my soul,
my soul has left the building, it couldn’t take the pressure anymore.
Like I said, in the end only my body will be standing, my feelings won’t be real; they have given up like the rest of me.
I know it sounds so dramatic, but its how I feel, I just thought you want to know, since you say you care about me.
This is me; this is my life, welcome.