The one thing that scares me the most,
All the pressure it contains.
It has no guidance, and we are its host,
Depriving us from what we've gained.
For some it's happiness, for others it's death,
Filled with light, or filled with darkness.
Carrying us down into the depths,
Or filling us with kindness.
Mine is unwanted yours is fair,
And it fed my anger while it cherished your smile.
But I will never even care,
For I have been planning something for a while.
It's the only unfair thing "It" will give you,
And the only justice "It" will give me.
So I do things I don't normally do,
and hide everything so you can't see,
And when you ask who made me this way I will say you.
You should know why,
I'll let you know now.
I'm saying you look nice when you cry,
I am sorry but at this point it's too late to bow.
Don't worry I will make it quick,
But I won't let you die happy.
Your life is too happy compared to mine and it makes me sick,
But even I know what you are, and you've been crafty.
I know that your family and you caused my sorrow,
I know what you did to keep us your slaves.
But now you will not see tomorrow,
This is for all the names.
This is for all the sorrow and pain,
For the tears and for your incompetence.
So I will end our little game,
I will make sure no one remembers your importance.
"It" has made me this way,
"It" filled me with strive.
I won't regret it I won't even cry,
This is what "IT" is, it is the ever cruel life.
