I don’t like who I am and I don’t like who I see/
When I look into the mirror at the reflection of me/
Sometimes I’m tempted to put my finger on the trigger then squeeze/
Releasing me from all the misery and finally become free/
But I know that’s not the way as much as I want to leave/
I just can’t believe I’m seeing so many smiles around me/
And yet I’m still in an unhappy state of mind/
Walking alone head down feeling sadly almost to the point that I’m crying/
I’m trying so hard to hold on and be strong, in these rhymes/
I escape the pain in my life with each written line/
Being true to myself, inside and out, so far I’m doing fine/
But how long with this outlet last and in time/
Am I going to be found flat lined due to a blade/
Dragged slowly across my wrists, digging my own grave/
That would be such a shame if that’s how things came/
To be for me simply because my life would never change/
Only remain, as it is same as the days of my younger innocence/
Back when I was a kid with so much ambition to live/
Memories of myself in the midst of all the bullshit/
Fighting against it to make this life more worth it/
I guess now it was all just worthless/
Thinking I could make life perfect/
It hurts so much to notice finally all the good things I never painted together as a portrait/
Just left it alone and concentrated on something of little importance/
So much regret and stress, these days I’m living in are torturous/
But that’s the house I built for myself and it’s called a Miserable Fortress/
