The wings of me have broken off, nothing I could do, just sit there and caugh.
My life is neutral, you can say. I just have the same old stuff every day.
Nothing changes in my life, exept for my dad getting back with his wife.
I have no friends, what could I do, no one cares, what else is new.
Someone help, my life is going down, the only hope I have left is to look up.
Sometimes I wonder, what it would be like, to have good friends, that for me they would risk their bike.
I'm tired of being used and hurassed by my so called friends, sometimes my days are so bad , I would just like my life to end.
But suicidle I am not, I would never think of it, even though my life is in a knot.
I hope some day I will meet good friends, friends that would stick with me until the end.
I just want to be appreciated, for who I am, not just to be associated.
I sometimes out of anger swear on stuff, but all of it is always a bluff.
I would never hurt anyone, even with a life full of sorrow and pain, I have my family, and thats all I need, to live my life and to suceed.
My day became night, when there was a fight,
between my step dad and mom, it was like a bomb.
No more love flows in my house, just pain and sympathy from my spouse.
I love my brother though, with all my heart, but when we talk, the fight seems to start.
We might as well ignore, the words of Mike calling my mother a whore. He calls her that, but those are just lies, it seems the rumors are begining to fly.
Two sides of stories, confuze my brother and I both, but what can we do, just sit there in loath.
Some of the rumors, are crazy but true, all the same stuff, they are all in lieu.
I soon will snap, the anger will realease, even my mom knows, I get like a beast.
People will hear, what I have to say. Trust me on that, You can bet your life on that day.
I might sound crazy, I might sound insane. But for all this, put the people in my life for the blame.
What I say is true, the stories I tell, I love God, and choose not to go to hell.
But some people may go to hell for their sins,especially the people who mock my words and grin.
The shouting voices are heard from distant lands, all I feel is my cold breath in my hands.
Someday I hope that this madness will stop, but until that day I have to restrain myself not to pop.
My life is just neutral, I guess you can say, that is my story, atleast for today...
