It’s like a song lyric, I wish it wasn’t like that.

It’s like a very sad song, a song you could actually cry off.

But I don’t get it, why does it have to be this way?

What have I done wrong?

I hate to complain, but there is so much to complain about.

But I want to try, try to explain to everybody around me how I feel,

but I`m scared, scared that they will laugh off me.

So I just keep it inside, and it’s like razors, it scratches me up inside.

At the end, if God has forgot me like I think he have,

there will not be me anymore, I will be there, but not my soul,

my soul has left the building, it couldn’t take the pressure anymore.

Like I said, in the end only my body will be standing, my feelings won’t be real; they have given up like the rest of me.

I know it sounds so dramatic, but its how I feel, I just thought you want to know, since you say you care about me.

This is me; this is my life, welcome.