Walking all alone in a dark hallway
working for a job that doesn't pay
laying down every night crying myself to sleep
everyone looks as if i were a creepy
lighting a candle without a match
sitting in a field of Berry's without there being a patch
pouring my water but the cup never gets full
everything gets me mad like the anger of a furious bull
pulling the rope but it gets further away
i lay on my back and thats how i stay
thinking of why my life is so bad
i only wish for a day that i am glad
glad i am living and I'm still in this place
but until that day comes this is how i will face
hating myself wanting to die
staring off into space wondering why.
