Theres been days where I've wanted to fly away,
The times that I've wanted to leave everything astray,
My friends dont care,
The only thing they love is their hair
Well today i felt like i had died
My mum asked me something
And all i did was cry,
Why bother explaining it?
No one gives a sh!t
Inside my soul is burning,
Of course it has to be my burden,
I wanna leave this city,
Get rid of all this stupid self pity,
I cant take this no more,
I'd rather be one of the poor,
Then put up with all this crap,
That I've adapted to.
Drenched in my pain again,
The kind I've experienced again and again..
Shaking and crying,
And thoughts in my mind of dying
With Tears on my hand,
While listening to my favourite punk band.
