How come when we talk we always fight?
Why must I be wrong while your always right...

One day I'll wish upon the stars
and then wake up without my scars...

Daddy, why'd you go?
why'd you have to die...

I've taken too much shi t in my life
to keep on living with all my strife...

Messed up people do their best
to do the same just like the rest...

There he is
walking my way...

Every night she lays in bed
and cries herself to sleep...

I sit in the corner
and pray for my life...

What am I doing?
I must be sick...

Walk up the stairs
and fall on the bed...