The hurt gets worse, the more I try the more I fail.
My once enlightened face has turned an ugly shade of pale.
I can't be what anyone wants, no matter how hard I try.
They continue on with their lives while I continue to cry.
If I ever become what you want, please let me know.
It's taking everything I have in me not to let go.
Finding my place in this hell is not an easy task.
What you see every day is a disguise, I wear a mask.
You want me to change my ways, but it's not as easy as you make it out to be.
I don't see why everything I do is wrong when you appear perfect to me.
Things are progressively declining at an intense rate.
All the happiness in my heart is quickly being flooded with hate.
If I could just get up and go, believe me, I'd be gone.
But for some odd reason, I persist to hold on.
For no good purpose do I deserve this agony, it's just not fair.
I'm getting to the point in all of this where I wonder if I should even care.
They say it'll get better, it just takes time.
But the troubles I'm having to deal with, I swear they're a crime.
Nothing is good enough and it never will be.
Living in this accusing world is not healthy for me.
If I could escape it, don't think that I would stick around.
I'm tired of all I say or do being shoved into the ground.
So don't be surprised if I regret all that I do.
But just so you know I feel this way all because of you.
So while I sit here while my life continues to get crappy,
I want you to know that you fucked up too so I hope you're happy.