I sense the torture in the air,
Tears on my cheek from so much despair.
Hatred running through my head,
From all those horrible things you said.
I lock myself up in my room,
Thinking of how my life is doom.
I hate living through all this pain,
What's the point of living in vein?
I find there is no use in living now,
Since I'm never getting; only giving somehow.
I think of how life will be when it's over,
Without the pain; without the torture.
But then I realize I'm always dreaming,
I'm spending time thinking of good things while beaming.
I know it's not time for life to end,
'Cause there are still more moments I have to dread.
This would never happen if you didn't say,
Those horrible things and leave me in dismay.
I'm living life with a horrible heartache,
I can't wait till it's over; till my heart breaks.
