Some have it alot worse than i do
I know it's true, it may be you
But my problems to me are important
And yours to you
And in this world of love and hate
Sometimes no one knows what's right
I know these scars will fade
But sometimes yours will never mend
And I know for a fact where I'll be
In the end
Whether I do it myself
Or someone gets me to that point
We all die
Whether it's real or a lie
Some of us just have it worse
