You say you hate your life,
But that's not true.
You say you have it hard,
But you don't get this hate filled flu.
Your words blind us,
Into thinking this worlds shit.
But you know nothing of this world,
For you're always the one to quit.
And I sometimes lie too,
Because I'm not the one getting hurt.
But even when if you do feel pain,
You always make others feel disconcert.
You say you have it hard,
But that's not true.
For you always kill me,
Instead of you.
