Desperation seeks the best of me
tortured by the pain
by the shame and the greed
justify my cries after I die
my voice lost in time yet finally alive.

           You got nothing for me
         So take all of this misery
          Give it to someone else
         Cause I don't need this hell
           No I don't want your help

Shivering cold
wet from the rain
as the wind whips
my bones chill with pain
guilt stricken with sorrow and shame
from all of the thoughts my brain contains

           You got nothing for me
          So take all of this misery
            Give it to someone else
           Cause I don't need this hell
             No I don't want your help

Your words fly through like birds on the loose, they cut so deep like self afflicted abuse like being locked up for life and hanging yourself from a hand made noose, like everything you say has no meaning and is being reduced. How can you sit here and be exactly to the T for the exact reasons that you criticize me?