Everything I try to do, just fucks up in the end,
Every enemy I've had, is the person that calls themself 'friend'.
Everytime I cry it just, leaves me feeling sore,
Every laugh and every jeer, knock me to the floor.
In every tear a story's told, a story masked in pain,
And every year I feel so cold, I feel so damn ashamed.
Every smile is laced with lies, and covered in sweet death,
Every word increases pain, Shortening of the breath. |