My soul is left so miserable,
My life is out of balance,
My writers touch has lost all meaning and,
My pen is out of talent.
I don't feel that I want a family and,
I don't feel that I need my friends,
I don't want a life if I can't live where,
I don't expect a happy end.
I cannot stop the tears that roll when,
I hear that melody, all emotions just pour out cos,
I fell each note just cuts threw my veins,
I'm just a reject who's lost what they're all about.
I never thought my time would come when,
I was the one who was in despair,
I always had to look out for everyone else but,
I feel it's my time to stop, cry and try to repair.
The times I sat and took the crap,
The time i was shat on and made to feel low,
The time, the times I always picked you up and,
The times you didn't want to listen, or to watch me grow.
I've become a physco queen because,
I've wanted to escape for so long,
I've found my confidence, my sarcasm, and my hate,
I've found everything that's a sin, everything that appears to be wrong.
The best and worst thing is that I'm not even sorry,
The fact is I don't feel you're pain but I'm happy to cause it,
The choices I make are not made by me but I'm not gonna cut it and edit, and,
The devil that appears to have posessed me to cause our split.
Just give me time to unveil and to remember myself,
Just carry on as normal that's how you can help you know,
Just let me work out if gonna carry on this act,
Just give me the time to be who I need to, so i can let the monster go.
