What's wrong with me
This is what i wanted
To get away from this hell
I always was the laughing stock
I always wore mismatched socks
I lay upon my bed
And wept for days to come
Then I made up my mind
There was no turning back
I went on with it
And shot myself in the head
Now I sit here in this fiery hell
Wanting to go back to before
I miss my mom
I miss my Dad
I miss the days I was the laughing stock
I miss my life
