They're coming again
Those haunted tears
There coming again
The memories when you were here
I get my book
Open it to page one
I take a quick look
And see whats being done
Its me
Its a story
About this f-ed up life
Its me living through this hell I cannot survive
And everyday its the same people
Picking on me
I try to tell them off but its no use
I'm just too weak and too dumb to say something smart
Like know that you would break my heart
Mom and Dad are never home
I see them almost 3 hours a day
I know that they can't be with me
But please just for one day
I sometimes wonder how I ended up in this position
I sometimes wonder why I can't think so clearly anymore
I sometimes wonder why things can't get easier instead of harder
I sometimes wonder if this will EVER be over
This is my storybook
All the chapters repeat
Theres more to it
But I cannot speak
It hurts too much to talk aloud
About my life
About this mouth
That never speaks
It keeps everything inside
This girl in the storybook
Poor darling
Her life isn't a envied dream
May she die peacefully
And may she die with her poems of sorrow
Maybe she die later than tomorrow
Maybe
