The Sickness fills up inside me
as I begin to see
a person that I didn't want to be.
I was always the good one
I thought I got all the fun
till one day I realized my life has just begun.
I'd cry myself to sleep
hoping no one would hear me weep.
Because the pain rose up inside
and it got really hard to hide.
I started hating myself
wanting myself to die
so I lied my way through school
trying to keep my cool.
My personality changed
I started to become a hater
one who didn't enjoy life
and someone who would bring out the knife.
Yet the pain is still here
and the tears aren't gone
everything is still wrong
I guess that is that facts
that life don't change.
