Here I go again
Wishing I would be dead
Burning bridges again
What is wrong in my head?
Is it something I did?
Or is it just who I am?
These feelings break the lid
And I say I am just a man
But that can’t be right
Because I am more a child
No one sees me in the night
So I try to hide the wild
But inside all I see is the wreck
And I am thinking what the heck
A bullet might taste better than this
If I aim will I still miss?
I know I was made for more
But who cares for my soul so sore
I see no one to run to for care
I am just left grasping for air
When you smile no one looks
When you cry they give you books
So tired of this madness
This abundant lack of gladness
Break me to take me back home
I never walk alone
But I just feel alone
Without a home