I can't carry on with life
it's just not right,
my heart won't ignite
I can't fight,
I can't life myself out of this depression
no matter what happens
I always leave the wrong impression
I'm not messing....
no matter how hard I try
I always lie
would it stop
if I died
why?
It's like I'm a pack of cards
I'm always the joker
it's always too hard,
I'm never dealt an ace,
it's like I'm in a race
that won't finish until I do
is this what I knew
why?
It's all gotten too weird
just as I feared
I no longer understand
it doesn't matter who I am
because I'm always an outcast
no real sense of grasp
about attachment
no real past,
it's all become too dark
I can't find the light
just give up on life
it was like that from the start.
I always fall,
I can't fly
why?
I'm all confused
all abused
all used,
there's no point in trying,
I may as well give into dying
close my eyes
as I sink into blackness, but
why?