Cold hearts and stale discussion

The light burns a little different at this hour
i think alot about the past but it makes my mind turn sour
if you sit and watch the becoming of madness
its actually alot like sadness
theres fire from anger and the cold taste of depression
but theres something in this that puts your mind into regression
it pulls and tugs and it stings like hell
will this ever end? i cannot tell
i wish i could become something people could want
but instead i get rejection and that haunting taunt
that sort of action to trip my trigger
it makes your heart hurt and your anger get bigger
people don't care, never cared at all
ill laugh at them when they finally fall
i cant see why id be so low
but now my feelings will finally show