why am i steady asking myself things
i probably will never know like why my heart has grown so cold
not to others but to myself.....
i cut, i cry, i bleed why not just die?
why am i here..
i'm like that extra tooth that just cramps things up
and causes things to fall apart and get crooked..
i'm standing here watching the kids play and giggle
guy and girl so in love
Grandma and Grandpa celebrating 60 years of their love and devotion...
i want to find something that can make things right for me
why dont people see the hurt that's coming from inside of me?
