They say the worst things in life come free to us,
And baby I have been living ompletly free,
You say I dont have it hard,
But you have no clue how I take things,
Every little thing breaks me,
And you see oh so little of it,
Claim you try to help,
But I dont want help,
Living broken inside is my only way of life,
only way I feeel alive,
I dont want to be happy,
Only because it's such an unusaual thing to feel,
And you, you don't even understand!
You say you do,
But I know it's all a pretty little lie.
And God I'm praying to you that I die before he gets to say Goodbye.
