Every time i turn around,
its as if i have a new problem and i end up flat on the ground,
i try to show my feelings but they never seem to come, so i write them down hoping that you'll know what I'm talking about.
everyday that passes by seems more lonely and more depressing,
but I'm not like you,
i cant pretend to be happy,
i don't have to scream and shout.
I'm so sick you my parents yelling at me. i just wanna leave. i don't want anything to do with them!
