I think it's funny
Everyone is so happy
Calm
Okay
While I am here
I am chosen to suffer
That's my purpose in life
To just sit here
And make others feel good about themselves
So that they can never be as horrible as me
So they can have a shot at life
So they can be appreciated and loved for who they are
But then there's me
Who am I
A shadow of who I used to be
I wonder how I got this way
Not having the ability to care anymore
It's like a wall
Or a fire
Slowly burning
Scorching my memories and killing my mind
Oh well
That's to be expected when you're left to rot
