Tired of fighting, to tired to cry, yet people don't understand, why i want to die,
It's not about dieing, it's not about hurt, it's about doing, to much hard work.
Working towards feeling, anything but this, yet nothing inside me, is something i'll miss,
Happiness is something, you create on your own, but how can you do that, if you're trapped in your home?
I don't want to wake up, even for one more day, yet everyone tells me, that i have to stay.
I'm selfish careless, and i abuse my time, while feeling sorry for myself, by writing this rhyme.
I don't want to die, but i don't wanna live, because i now know, i got nothing left to give.
But i'm still here, and i'll still fight,
Just waiting for the day, were everythings alright.
