How can you say you understand when you know you don’t have a clue.
How can you say you understand when you don’t know what I do.
You don’t know anything about my life so why do you pretend?
You don’t know how I pick my scars when they start to mend.
You don’t know what I’m like inside or how shit I feel
You don’t know what I’m doing when you look and see me kneel.
I’m praying to “him,” the guy upstairs, maybe he could change it?
I’m praying to someone, I don’t know who, could it help a bit?
I know it cant because I hurt so much, and nothing can change that at all
I know it cant , why am I so stupid? Why am I such a fool?
I hate my life, why wont it end? Hopefully pain free
I hate my life, why cant it end? I can end it. Me.
