I never seem to do anything right,
It's like trying to see without a shred of light.
Breaking down, and mentally drained,
choking on my life...feeling slightly deranged.

Who am I to question fate?
Who am I to criticise the quality of my soul?
Who are you to judge me?
Who are anyone to judge someone they don't know?

Starting over sounds good to me,
maybe it will give me a guiding light.
So suddenly i can see,
bring a blind man a true heartfelt wish.... sight.

So who am I to question this world of hate?
And who are you to judge anymore?
And who are you to question your neighbor or friend?
For you know not their life, behind their built in door.

I have no words left, as I struggle with this pain.
I have no feeling, but anger and sadness pouring down like rain.
I pray you all receive a gift; if your heart is true.
and I pray for your happiness..you, you, and you..