Why does everyone get their way?
Without even a thank you,nothing at all to say?
This life I live is a nightmare I swear
Cold hearted hatred,It's too much to bear
Life can be hard,It'll sweep ya off your feet
But coldness,peoples voices
Their lives,their choices
Maybe they choose how they live and die?
How they listen to the fading lullaby?
This is my life,the one I have chose
To give up on life,to give in to the cold hearted words.
Never again will This be this way.
I have left the cold hearted world without anything to say