I swear there's a hole
deep inside of me
there's a hole
that no doctor can see

it's deep inside
made from strife
it's deep inside
like my cuts made by a knife

It kinda really hurts
but not all the time
it gets a little better
when i sit here and rhyme

I'm just really pretending
trying to be a poet
but I'm really not
and i really do know it

{I'm a poet and didn't even know it... yeah, w/e}

It's just not nice anymore
I don't even know why
most days, i sit alone
and can't even cry

I'm pissed at the world
and the people who inhabit it
they're just dumbasses
all day, on their asses they sit
{and their asses are really dumb...yeah...}

I'm tired and annoyed
annoyed at being lost
I'd like to know my life
without a huge cost

It hurts on the inside
and it doesn't want to stop
its a bad pain
that likes to flip and flop

it's not good anymore
it's all gone sour
how come, in this world
from others we must cower?

I don't want to be scared any more
that's no way to be
I just want to live
and be happy as can be

Can that ever happen?
will it ever be real?
will there be a time
when it's love that i feel?


why not love?
 
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