It's hard to say what I have become,
A lot of many days went by where I-
Dreamed away my existence, nothing-
Special I have done. It seekers like I did-
More complaining than anything else,
Wanting more and. more of everything-
That wouldn't come my way, envious of-
Others that seemed like they had it all-
Together. There wasn't a day that went-
By I didn't have a burning hate inside.
I hated you for having a good job. I-
Hated you for having a nice house and-
A car in the garage. I hated you for-
Having a family as I sat alone not doing-
Anything about my life.
It takes a lot of pain to realize a change-
Must take place, glancing into the mirror-
And not liking the look on my face. I just-
Want to break free of the chains holding-
Me down, I see life out there and I want-
Every part of it. I notice how much others-
Are enjoying the day as I wallow in misery.
I see the look in their eyes and I'm ready to-
Give up the hate inside.