The anger surrounding me
Taking over what seems to be everything,
Whats the point?
Whats the point on being nice?
If after every minute
Im last in the race…
Tailored to protect and love
Hammered to hurt and be alone.
Im loosing
Loosing myself again
Loosing everyone again
Im loosing again,
There must be a different way
I don’t want to feel
I don’t agree with life
Or rather life
Doesn’t seem to agree with me…
Then so be it,
If we aren’t getting alone the leave me
Life, just please leave me…