Bad things happen to good people
Bad things happen to bad people
Bad things happen to everyone
Its inevitable.
As I lay here thinking
Why do all the horrible things happen to me
I realize
Its not just I, whom is struggling
Everyone is struggling
This society of "if you don't have this you ain't ****"
Is growing larger and money is growing smaller
I don't want to leave
But what if its the best thing for me
I don't want to sit here and starve anymore
I have nothing left
My optimism is decreasing day by lonely day.
I just can no longer live with this hope that will never
Be, what am I to do? Who am I to call?
Its then you fully understand
This world is selfish
No one is going to give you food
No one is going to buy you clothes
Or give you a warm bed to sleep in at night
Its that very second while you're sitting there cold hungry and alone that you realize you're on your own