Horrible

It's horrible
My mood swings
It's horrible
The small things
That make me want to throw-up on you.

It's horrible
My tension
It's horrible
The attention
That makes me feel lost and wondering and untrue.

It's horrible
The back pains
It's horrible
The blood stains
That my heart has made.

It's horrible
The sorrow
It's horrible
The feeling of no tomorrow
That I get when the happiness has faded.

It's horrible
Sometimes
It's horrible
To unwind
And find there's another reason for heart pain.

It's horrible
It's unbearable
It's honorable
To find that I still love you
No, I'm not insane.

I hate to cry
And I hate to be sad
And it's not all the time
But I don't want to die
Deep inside
From lies to myself...
When I'm mad

It's horrible, isn't it?