I'm not really sure of where I stand
Of my importance of who I am
Everything has been ever so really
Hopeless and dreary
A land of wasted effort
With all my hopeless endeavors
I am aware my mind is corrupted
And know my very existence is destructive
Not only to myslef, but to those in which I care
Bringing an atmosphere of despair
Although I have sorrows of my own
You are easily decieved by the mask I've shown
I'm aware of you're sincere unhappiness
I can feel pain with each needing kiss
Though you believe that my eyes are decieved
My love you are wrong
I see every wince of pain, and my heart urns with guilt
For the very destiny I partook and have built
I know there is not much I can do for you now
So I figured at least give my best and love with a vow
I know there is pain far beyond my compensation
But you cannot be driven by self-mutilation
I guess you will believe I am too blind see
But my love it hurts to know what I've done
So I'm sorry I cannot be the very best of the best
But I will give you all of me, at least what is left
In hope that you live your life, whether short or long,
Full of love and affection, for as long as you hold on
Now I cannot will you stay for that is selfish
I just hope in the fure you won't feel so helpless