Its hard

It is hard to see people
all so happy
it is hard to see people
see them all laughing

its hard to believe there havin a good time
its hard to believe all the misery in my life
its hard to see you with her tonight

its hard
i know
it is hard

we’ll all live
some may die
just from there suicide

we are all people
so why am i different
we are all people
so why am i strange
we all live so why do i want to die

i am different
i am strange
but that was based off things in the past

why did u ask her to dance
why did u ever like her
and why wont u tell me u still do

u have cut me down deep
now i dont know what to say
or even know what to do

u have caused me so much pain
why do u always have to act this way
u make me feel bad, and want to die

all the tears i have cried
are from u
the pain i have sufferd
all cause u
all these scars left on my arm
all from the cutting i do
which all started from u

why do u love her
why do u hate me
why in the world did u say u loved me

no one can love me
no one like u
no one could love me
as much as u say u do
no one could ever love me
not even life
no one could like me
just like i thought