In this world filled with hate
sometimes i wonder who is real or fake
i feel like running away,from my dreaded past
just wanting life to go on by so fast
I'm not trying to go back
i don't wanna live my life like crap
but it seems i keep getting trapped by the lies I've been told
only wanting someone to hold
I'm trying so hard not to look back
but their something that i lack
was this life meant to for me
or was i not meant to be
because as i sit down and write i feel like ending my life
with this sharp ass knife
