I have a heart, I have a soul.
I get scared, I get sad.
Just like everyone else I break.
But unlike everyone else I'm me
I have my own problems.
My mind, my mind is a messed up place.
Sometimes I can't think because there's too many thoughts in my head
And everyone is talking
It seems like I'm always cold and hurting.
Sometimes I just think it would be better if I was gone, because at least then my family would be at peace.
