A fire of anger blazes in my head.
Who would remember me after I'm dead?
All the friends I've had so far have gone away.
I guess I drive them to for I never know the right things to say.
My family is in ruins and yells without fear.
They don't know that inside I silently bleed tears.
My love has left without a trace but that was my fault to.
But a new man is now in my life and does not make me blue.
This leaves me to think he's all I got.
Still a reason to live and a reason to have fought.
Everything has always hurt inside.
Now I know I'm selfish to wish to have died.
As a fire of anger blazes in my head.
Who would remember me after I'm dead?
 
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