*Short but I like it*
Delightfully proud to be around...

Why do people put themselves down so much?
It is because their jealous, as such...

I sit here in this room alone,
Waiting for someone to come...

I am sorry I have done these things,
I did not mean to hurt you...

Sick of all the arguments and shouting,
All I ever hear is constant yell of my name...

Who is that other man,
Standing there taking your hand...

The time ticks on the clock,
The minutes pass, the hours fly by...

As I lay here on the floor,
Waiting for someone to walk through the door...

Momma, I love you so,
Please do not stop me...

As I wait for the right time,
To end this life of mine...

How did we get like this?
We are forever fighting...

Sitting here, waiting for a friend,
To come rescue me, be with me until the end...