Whats the point in living if I don't belong at home,
No friends anywhere near me, not on the telephone,
Theres nothing else to live for if it's living all alone,
My mother will always hate me, she says so all the time,
Nothing to keep me company except my thoughts and twisted mind,
Why was I born in this body, with people so unkind,
Surrounded by what hates me, believe me I have tried.
There nothing else to live for if I'll never be perfect,
It makes me wonder if I'll ever be worth it,
Am I anybodies other half if I have these faults and no one cares,
But maybe theres someone looking for them out there,
Maybe there is someone else in this world,
Someone who won't hate me, to love, to need, to hold |
