The world around me seems like hell,
Every day is something to bring me pain.
There is no love, theres only hurt. There is no such thing,
Only the life of the insane.
I make choices that bring me sorrow,
Make me feel like I wont be here for the light of tomarrow.
Every time I try to make it right, It's like it's thrown back at me,
And left me for no guide of light.
I've been hurt so many times,
That maybe I should just end me now,
So that I can save everyone from acting as if they care.
Save myself from seeing the grins and stares.
