A place where feelings are hurt/A place where boys treat u like dirt/I'm sick of it all/
The torment of dying inside/As I sit here lying 2 myself about how much it hurts/
I'm takin under.../Swept to the bottom of this nasty ocean of hate/
Drowning now an all I can here is my parents voices telling me you chose your fate...so live with it or die/It wasnt my turn to die but now I'm watching them walk up 2 my casket and shake their heads/
Not a word was ever said/They're disappointed not that I'm dead but that this is the choice i made/
I dug my own grave an now i must lye in it.../And 4 the rest of my after life i will feel the hurt inside that alwayz made me want to...Cry
