In my world there's been nothing but pain.
All my life I've done nothing just cry.
My tears would flow like gentle falling rain.
No one will be there to wipe my eyes...
I pretend to be happy for my friends.
While inside I am sad and depressed.
I will only hurt myself in the end.
Yet in the end, I will emerge blessed.
I will live with this sorrow all my life.
Even when I've long since overcome it.
It will haunt me and always give me strife.
Drag me into the dark abyss.
One day when I'm gone, will they remember??
Wouldd they findd me dead in the snow in mid-December??
