I hate I truly do I wish someone loved me maybe if they did maybe I won't harm myself but it can't be that way it's only a life of misery being born into a family of no love neglected since day one one mom friend's after another each getting scarier till I was old enough to live on my own
Living on the street not fun no one cares for yeah there a couple friends but no one of them sticks around some died of drug overdose or simply end simple insane this life isn't me or anyone's maybe the world is just too cold for anyone heart to warm up
Walking past a "happy family" a family smiling at the tree but look closer look at mom taking one sip after another getting dizzier and dizzier the son playing with his fingers only looking at his fingers the daughter playing with her hair giving a smug cocky trying to hind her pain as the father watches the tv on the corner of the wall as he hears is "touchdown" "Smith has become a better a player since his rookie" "but he nothing compare to the start player Thompson"
Which is what all the world cares about who the "star player" in better sense who the best
