death and coffin is all i desire
but a forced smile is all i have
pray and pray is all i get
die and die is yet to bet
help me cry my eyes
I am fine my soul lies
help me cried my brain
but pain is yet to rain.

I would of called you a word god,
but can't do that cause it sounds ood.
You have seen through my lies
and even heard my cries,
yet you still stuck around
but it's wired because I feel like a princess who is crowned .
I was drowned with my pride, but you posed as my ride to shore
and a simple outfit with a honest eyes is all you wore.
you thought me that giving life a try is like a dance
even though most of my steps were wrong you said I still had a chance,
and yes, you teased me but I still felt ease and even pleased.
you even gave me a glance when I  thought I  did not have a chance
and a simple smile with an honest eyes is all you wore
not looking like you were going to war.

So many dragons are born,
but I was not born with any horn
but with rage, hate and flames.
I am a teenager with no aim,
that's what they called me.
useless, plain, and ungrateful
is my description, but am I
really a fool? do I really have no use?

And here I come with rage, not capable
of being reasonable yet able of being miserable.
Maybe I am a tragedy that comes with a bad melody.
Maybe I am a pair of shoes that brings despair.

If I had asked for help would you
have known how to help me and bring sanity
to my life or would you have brought sympathy?
and that's why I come with rage because I know pain
can only rain.