Came crashing into this world
Born deem unworthy of being alive
Cursed to be cursed for all the time
No way one can be loved with this over
One's head like a raining cloud
Out in this cruel world full of hate
Walking in search of something
Unreachable to the common man
Like oneself to be hurt
On a journey of unimaginable pain
Dealing with formidable opponents worthy of defeating for honor amongst common men
In search for a treasure that One holds dearly
suicidal thoughts murders the inner soul
Disturbed as it may be, only this can cures what it ails
Love, yes love is what holds One's spirit up
Steady holding off from falling down upon weary knees
On my dying breath, I pray for the one to hear my wish as it escapes my lips
the sound of death rattles my soul amd my world shall fade to black
And Mr Reaper at the door tells me I'm not worthy to enter the world of living dead
Then I'm regurgiated back to reality with a disillusion for what truth lies for one
What is love, and why does it hurt?
What makes it make me feel so lonely?
Red river runs from my veins
Pouring out my heart for one to hear my cry