New Chapter

I always feel alone, because I
grew up on my own.

I was given a name, and still
don't know who I am.

I need to be brave, before I end
up in my grave.

Who really cares?

I'm always being mocked while
I hear tick-tock, and thats the
clock, I'm loosing my mind can
someone shoot me with a glock?

I'm too worthless, I'm too
ruthless, people are too careless.

I have to many confessions
about my conditions about my
injections in all my convictions
cause of my traditions.

I always get opress even when
I'm stressed, I just want to
send out a dis-stress.

Sometimes I do want to die,
especially when I'm high or
when I'm taking a ride.

My friends are gone, I have
no one to bond, but life will
go on.

I'm going to start a new
chapter, so my bad life can
now be after, and my good
life can come by faster.