What is it about life that peoples smile's shine at?
Don't they understand that it can be over like that?
They think its all good as long as they dont finish it themselves
If they believe in their heart
Its ok because they're being good like Santas little elves.
They just dont get it because they have friends and are so happy and carefree,
But there are people out there.
People like me.
We know that being happy and confident isnt all it takes
But its the people like us
Who get blamed for their mistakes
Just because we're different and like to wear black
But we know its the common sense that you lack.
I didn't always dress this way and it was me, who let the gossip unfold,
But it didn't take long to realize,
It was all that shit that make our hearts go cold.
At first you think, "Why the hell is it me?"
People laughing at you but you're just waiting for the key.
The key the door, the key to your heart,
For someone to unlock it and rip the pain apart.
You feel it your sleep and you feel it in your chest,
It's the one pain that finding the medicine will make you obsessed
Obsessed with finding it obsessed to find someone would only speak of,
Its the troublesome medicine called love.
But when you cant find it and you can always seem to find the knife,
You can't help but think, what is the point of this thing called life?
It makes people smile but to you its only and endless combat,
So you think to yourself, why the hell do I want that?
It is the one thing that put you through all of your strife,
So you want to end that horrible thing,
This thing called life.
