You've said things are hard for you, Watching the years go by,
Not knowing if I'll get better, Or ever caring to even try.
But you don't know what it's like, to wake up every day,
Not knowing how to support this habit, Or how to walk away.
To have to face every decision, with strength in my eyes,
Can't possibly let go for once, My friends can't see me cry.
Constantly searching for a penny or two,
Thinking there isn't a cent too short for saving for what we do.
Stealing from other people, to save up for that night,
It's the only time i get away, and am truly at heart alright.
I let go of the things that hurt, and the hurtful things that i regret,
But at the moment of getting high, those hurtful things i forget.
You don't know what its like, to watch your dreams slip away,
And to watch the ones you care about, not care if you're okay.
To every night I go up to my room, watch the silence grow,
To be praying to God that a miracle will happen, that he already knows.
The pain we go through, the urges to sin,
But i cant figure out how i let this happen.
Maybe there are people out there, who feels the same as you,
We don't chose to be like this, were hurting too.
We don't chose to stay awake all night, praying for an answer,
To the problems we face every day, it keeps getting harder.
So to those like me, who it hurts to dream,
The ones who lie about the pain, but need to scream.
Or for anyone who hold back the urges to cry,
As they sit and pray at night wishing to die!
Then wake up the next morning, with disappointment in our hearts,
Every day we walk on, more of our world falls apart.
They say the ones that care can try and talk to you,
But can they understand us and help us through,
We all know that you truly are trying to be patient,
We all apologize, but now this has what's become of the youth of the
nation.
Just like us running around, doing anything we can out there to smoke,
Scrounging for money, begging, or maybe selling coke.
I'm sorry i do, this things you accuse,
And now I'm done with lying, and making an excuse.
I'm sorry I'm not the daughter you'd prayed id be,
The girl who does everything right, and make decisions successfully.
I truly tried, really i did,
But always felt i was failing as the perfect kid.
So I walked out the door with betrayal on my mind,
Presented myself to the first soul that I'd find.
Theres been times i stooped so low,
To smoke and break the pain, you just don't know.
The urges to cut, and break loose the pain beneath,
To release all the fond memories of happiness that have become extinct.
Soon I will let go, but until that final day,
It will never be over and I'll never be okay.
 
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