Help me find a way out
I've had enough of this shit.
I have the urge to shout
Everytime I get hit.
I've made a mess of myself,
Sick of crying for help.
"Deal with it yourself"
They told me, and then say they helped.
Why is it that people who wanna live, die first?
Why is it that people who need love don't get it?
Why is it that the world is so cruel?
The hardest part is letting go
But how when I didn't even hold on?
Oh boy little did you know
Long before was I gone.
