| Everything I do in everyones eyes is never correct, everything I try to protect, is meaningless to them, and deep down inside I pray. I looked into the stars, and talked my Pain out, forceing the blood from my lungs, Now I all I can think about is how I'm always wrong, Never right, I can't win against the idiots, yes they have to be idiots because not that many people can be intelligent. You crave my help when your stuck neck deep in shit and past mistakes, you ask me why, when you know. Don't live the lie. I do things my way, becauses its the way I want to do it, day to day. Anything I say, becomes lost inside your careless ways, too many fucked up times, and too far gone, your listening to your own thoughts, when I'm trying to say something Important, Why can't you just hold it. For a second maybe? While I speak my mind. It might be something to remember for all times. Just because I have made a lot of fucking mistakes doesn't mean, I'm always wrong. Everyone talks behind my back, they all think I'm very fucking far off track, and I know.. Its respect I lack. I'm not what everyone thinks, and All the things Iv done and said, eventually make me Break.. And theres only Two. Who know the Truth. Look up into that Midnight sky, and then look at me. There you go, now you See who We are. All this rage, I bleed my heart and soul onto an Empty stage, when know ones around, beating my fist into the Floor, because I needed so much more than this Acheing strain. What did I do to deserve such a Waste of life and suffer the severe pain? I learned to feed myself from the Hate, and Pain, now I'm stuck with a Dire disdain. Whats left inside, is broken and dirty, so remember, I don't care about Money. You might laugh, as you slowly raise the hand to extend the finger, I'll sit back observing the Scene growing bigger, the picture perfect memory is now gone and done, I died one to many times. |
