Sometimes reality really bites
It holds you down
Keeps you from your dreams
It can even crush your hopes
Whats next who knows
Maybe one day reality will be beat
but until then we wait and we suffer
We sit home alone
And wonder what we've done wrong
And why it seems to alway be your fault
We get angry, we get sad, sometimes we even get happy.
These things we feel
They mean nothing
No one cares how you feel
Every one gets some sick twisted pleasure from pain
They cause others
These hater should
be stoned and burn in Hell
For its not our fault
they're inconsiderate B*****s
