I wanna die
I hate being butterfly
I hate being alone even when I have wing
I hate it when I'm screaming you think I sing
It hurts, I can't breath
But I know, nobody is coming to see me and greet
Who cares how I felt
As long as their works dealt
I'm just an end to your plans
When you are done, you wouldn't pay me just a glance
I'm not embarrassed about how I feel
They are everything left that i can deal
You are fake with your smile and loud voice
Pretending to be a little girl pretty and nice
I don't wanna be you
You are nothing just a little beau
It seems today I can fly
But I really just wanna die
YOU ARE READING
MY Soul, My Heart, My Mind
Randomthe way I think is neither how I act nor how I feel.
