These feelings that i feel,
just seem so unreal,
all the time i struggle to get by,
i try to spread my wings and fly,
but every time i try,
i seem to fall down,
and i try again once more,
but every time someone locks another door,
I'm sick of trying to succeed,
I'm sick of trying to lead,
I'm sick of trying to be something I'm not,
so my soul and i just sit here,
and we rot,
I'm not afraid this time to put the knife in my hand,
I'm just afraid it will hurt like hell,
a secret i can't tell,
kills me inside,
thoughts of wishing i died,
i know they can't break me,
as long as i know who i am,
thats something no one can see,
you sit here and listen to me,
you take this all in,
but i see it hurts you,
and thats what hurts me,
so here i am being strong,
living life as best as i can,
looking up to the sky,
and praying,
that some how I'll get by.
