I've been deleted inside..
Sometimes I just sit there and cry..
I take the words.. I take the pain..
I take deep then lock it away.. soon it builds up..
deep inside me.. and I cant help but to be who I am ment to be
I didn't ask for this life.. I didn't ask to be born..
So I lie here twisted and torn..
Sometimes I just give up hope..
The thoughts of death do cross my mind..
people think its a game and a joke..
they don't understand me when i start to choke..
Choke on the pressure.. Choke on the pain..
One day I wont be around.. I'll be lying there on the ground..
in a pool of my pain.. I'll be living a dream happy again..
I'll be who I please.. no more alone crying on my knees..
longing to be loved... longing to fly away free like the white dove...
it gives me hope to know I'll be better soon...
as soon as I make that final cut..
