My mind, my mind is a trap
My life, my life is a joke
My heart, my heart
Is nothing but beaten
My soul is a fire
Waiting to be lit
And I wonder?
What's wrong with me?
Why can't I do
Anything right?
And why does it HURT
so much to live?
Why does it HURT so mush to brearhe?
And why do I care about what they say?
My hands, my hands are shaking from hurting.
My knees, my knees can't keep me up.
My heart, my heart is nothing but beaten.
My soul is a fire Waiting to be lit
And I wonder?
What's wrong with me
Why can't I do anything right?
And why does it HURT
so much to live?
And why does it HURT
So much to breathe?
And why does it matter if I'm worth it?
I know I'm not worth it.
But what's wrong with me?
Why can't I breathe?
In all of this I'm diying.
In all of this I'm crying.
Whats wrong with me?
Why can't I do anything right?
And why does it HURT so much to live
Why does it HURT so much to breathe?
