Why is this wold so full of hate
we sit around gossip, and discriminate.
we talk shit and expect things to go according to plan
when in reality we don't stand a single chance.
"Don't worry about life, you're not going to survive it anyway."
it's not like you wake up grasping each and every day.
you take your life for advantage, you know you do
hell i'll be the first to admit it iknow i do too.
we all try to find the easy way out
don't try to deny it, yeah you just sit there and fucking pout.
even tho i'm calling you on your crap
it's not to be mean, but to show you where you're at.
you should look in your mirror,
tell me what do you see?
a withered body, what else would you be
you're on your own that's the way things are
and in your mind you start to drift far,
you put a smile on to hide your pain
you don't know what else this life has for you to gain.
you want to end it, to end it all
but your scared as hell, what if you go deeper and start to fall
turn to the one person that you trust with all your heart
sometimes that helps, but who i am i to say
you just gotta live your life for each and every day.
these things are all what i've been told
even tho it seems my life is on hold
i try to practice what i preach,
but it's harder than said even though it seems like my lifes a beach
i'm confused about what i'm supposed to do
i have too many feelings i just want to be through
through with life, and what it has in store
my life is confusing complicated and so much more
if i didn't have the friends that have gone in and out
i wouldn't be here with out a doubt
my life's confusing reckless and such
my parents seem to hate me, and not trust me too
traci and jesicka are the only ones who get me through
i feel like my life is a spiral down hill
please just hand me one more of those pills
my life doesn't need any more thrills
maybe tomorrow it will all be okay.
but i really just gotta take it day by day.
i'm not going to a shrink, that's one thing i refuse to do
that would be giving in, all though what else would be new
even though i might seem a little fucked up
you know you have your days where you feel you can't put down that cup
just hold on, it will all turn out okay
at least that's what i hear every other day
"people killin people dying
children hurt and you hear them crying"
this world is one messed up place
how could god exist when you can't stand your own face.
your face is stained with all those tears
and body filled with scars from your fears
people who notice think that you're crazy
some even think that you act like a baby.
fuck this world and fuck you too
that's the end, i don't know what to do.
