Post by sectumsempra on Apr 25, 2013 21:37:24 GMT -5
Who decides how our lives pan out?
I don't believe it is God because hey would he make me like this?
It is an inner turmoil of confusion, that will be inside me until my end.
Some have it so easy and have no idea what others go through
Complain, Complain, Whine
Don't they know its hard for me to to get up in the morning, ashamed of who I am?
An anger bubbling inside like a volcano, someday to erupt
I worry that when I erupt, I will reveal all
I am lonely, I have no one to tell.
Why am I like this?
Help me change
Help me
Help
I don't believe it is God because hey would he make me like this?
It is an inner turmoil of confusion, that will be inside me until my end.
Some have it so easy and have no idea what others go through
Complain, Complain, Whine
Don't they know its hard for me to to get up in the morning, ashamed of who I am?
An anger bubbling inside like a volcano, someday to erupt
I worry that when I erupt, I will reveal all
I am lonely, I have no one to tell.
Why am I like this?
Help me change
Help me
Help