Every night I lay in my bed
And I think in my head
About the day.
And to myself I say,
"How did I make it?"
And then I admit
That I might not belong on Earth.
Is it really worth
It for everyone to have me around?
Or am I just a little pound,
That's worthless and easy to lose.
I need an excuse
To not hate myself anymore,
Cause I try to ignore
People when they talk crap about me.
Because I just want to be free
From all this mental abuse,
Because I refuse
To be happy when I'm in this state of mind.
Am i blind
Or do I just not see the person I will become.
I just don't want to become a scum
Or the person I hate the most.
It would just be gross.
I'm just tired of life,
It's like a strife.
But I'll try to stay strong
And play along.
And pretend to be someone I'm not,
Because pretending is all I've got!
