Lonely Me

All these terrible things I'm constrained to see,
got me lost belief about things gettin' better.
This world ain't right place to me,
wanna break free from being its prisoner.

There is no friend to get me through the days,
I am not important enough to have support when I fall.
All you are satisfied with my poor surface,
so you've never seen the lonely me at all.

I'm tired of tryin' to fix my being that people stare,
so bad I'd want to melt away into music.
None of you stupid clowns will never really care,
and you still dare to say that I am sick.

I would enjoy if I lay dead in your hands,
make u regret everything you've ever said.
Wish I could make you an small as ants,
and then strike every you dead.

And you still believe you ain't causing any harm,
still after you have seen my slit arm?