I feel like the whole world is watching.
Waiting for me to fall.
My friends and family stay up late plotting.
They don’t know me at all.
I feel like my heart can’t stop racing.
Like the world is patiently waiting.
I slowly die every day in my basement.
I just wish that somebody would care.
Nobody gives a damn anymore.
The world is cold.
I feel like all the people are damaged.
Like my life is at a standstill.
I’ll probably end up alone like my father.
Why even bother?
What has this world ever done for me?
Bring me pain and misery.
Lust and drugs don’t do the trick anymore.
I feel like storming right out the door.
I slit my wrists in my head.
Each morning I’d rather be waking up dead.
I scream but nobody listens.
I’ve got the whole Earth on my shoulders.
Why must I get older?
Why can’t they see?
Why can’t the Devil just let me be?
Is anybody praying for me?
That wouldn’t even change a thing.
If God was real,
The red wouldn’t pour from my veins.
We wouldn’t get so blue when it rains.
White hot love wouldn’t burn out in mere days.
Why God, do I have to suffer?