My uncomplete heart with an uncomplete soul
a fucked up mind that I cannot control
my empty thoughts in my empty head
Im tired of getting picked on I wish I was just dead
all these suicidal thought keep streaming In my mind
Im just about to lose It, Im going to unwind
on all these fucking people who think they know me
but they dont.
they dont want to see who I really am
they only judge me by my looks and not by my personality
Im always tired of fucking things up
I wish I was drinking from my death cup
and Im also tired of letting everyone down
GODDAMN IT!! I wish I was six feet underground.
Copyright 2005 Psyko
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