I feel so lost and hopeless
Contemplating on was it me or the devil that wrote this
Crying and striving to only hear the truth when words are spoken
Using the keep going and compliments as a token
But don’t dare tell me that im a good person
Don’t you dare tell me I could be worst than
How can I possibly good
Fighting with my mom when we live out in the hood
Writing crap music that some actually think Is good
Hoping peoples death and hesitant to knock on wood
So don’t ever tell me that im good
I do things no 14 year old should
I do stuff that will get me arrested
Get upset at teachers who call me dumb when tested
Knowing damn well I didnt try my best at
Using my anger out on family thinking take that
Slicing my wrist to feel the pain I afflict on others
Going around talking trash about other kids mothers
But how could you even expect me to be good
Im growing up withought a father
My moms favorite child is her daughter
Im broke with no cash I feel stuck in a gutter
Brother never calls never seen my neice
Im not just a kid im a caged beast
I could go on and on about how life sucks
But frankly ive learned about not giving a fuck
No longer caring or feeling for my peers
14 years old reliving stress with a couple beers
I change just as much as a car trying to switch lanes with no steer
Feel helpless like a gun pointed at a tied up deer
