My life is like a book.
Neverends,
Never telles you what happened,
or what’s wrong.

You will never hear me complain about things,
Or hear me tell *** people I hate my life,
I will keep my mouth closed,
And hope that no one knows what I am thinking.

I could tell them what’s bugging me,
I could tell them about my leg,
About my heart,
About the pain I feel.
I could do this stuff,
Yet I choose pain then help every time,
I listen to my friends problem,
And add to the collection of sad story’s and pain.

I will look death in the eyes over and over again,
And stil come back.
I could walk on fire and feel nothing,
But when it comes to the heart,
That’s everyone’s weakness.

My life is like a book that never lends,
You can add you story to my library,
I could add it my sad story.