Is this really what life is
a hard deceiving little place
full of pain and anguish.
In need of love mixed with Angel lace

Breaking down yet again
seeing illusions of a life deep within
Is happiness even real
or is something people want to steal.

I see happy people, but who knows their true thoughts
I see people with babies: like the two I lost
Like a snow storm late in spring
Life's a illusion, yet some people sing

Give me joy and i climb the highest peak
and though the climb will tire me: my voice will be anything, but weak
If your life is grand and happiness is what you know
Then share some advice: otherwise this life's got to go.

So today I'll do my same routine
and I'll consider that maybe I'm living a dream
Wait: nightmare may be best
Because everyday seems like a test

A test to breathe and a test to fail
A rocking ship, with no wind or sail
If you knew my life you would know
I feel nothing in this belligerent soul.