Today I asked myself,
Why am I still here?
I'm sick of all the bullshit,
I'm sick of all the fear.
I'm sick of all the lies,
I'm sick of all the pain,
I'm sick of all the hurt,
I'm sick of all the blame.
I'm sick of all the broken promises
and all the broken trust.
I sit in the corner crying
and i'm starting to collect dust!
I'm dying really slowly,
But I must like the pain,
Because I haven't ended this life,
It's still the fucking same!
Or maybe i'm just fighting,
For the chance to be in love,
Or maybe i'm scared to go
To the man above.
Or maybe i'm trying to be strong,
For everyone else,
By keeping this smile
and my feet on the ground.
Whatever it is
It's got me so unclear,
and I don't think anyone even wants me here.
But i'm staying for a reason,
I don't fucking know,
Maybe I like this pain,
That killing me so slow...