A tear starts to shed,
From my blood-shot eye.
Another miserable day,
With a gloomy gray sky.
As the weather starts to darken,
Too does my soul.
To sit in the corner alone,
Is my only goal.
They say I'm punk,
They don't know.
They say I'm emo,
Well that just goes to show.
The poem I write,
Here and now,
Shows how I feel,
and Feel I how.
Life makes so sense,
As you can see.
All that's left,
Is day-after-day of misery.
My heart and my will,
Are shattered and scattered all around.
I fall to my knees,
And tears fall to the ground.
Theres never a happy ending.
Well...
At least not for me.
At least I think.
How about we just wait and see...
