the way i feel inside is so hard for me to describe,
iv done nothing but wrong and very little right,
so this is it, im losing this fight.
Im tired of the dissapointments in life.
I have no more tears to cry
And to much pain hidden deep beneth my eyes
im on my knees with my hands to the sky,
asking the lord for some kind of quidence,
which i never seem to find.
the way i feel inside and what i seem to find
is hope of death of thoughts of suicide within every breth
this is whats hidden beneth the depths
for ones very little acoplishments and many regrets.