It really doesn't matter how I feel or what I think
you'll just turn it around so that I'm the dink
every day is a new battle to this endless war
I pinky promised and I swore
that I wouldn't do it again
I have a feeling that I wont make
it to heaven
self destruction inside and out
I dont want people to know
so I can't shout
the pain's within so I try to make it so that it's out
I can't cry
and sometimes I want to die
I smile for a while
so no one knows
and they think i'm okay
but I can't get the pain and hurt
to go away
I feel all alone
and my insides are torn
maybe I should have never been born
you made a mistake
that you can't take away
so you pray every day
that she'll turn out okay
but she's not
and you think she's a selfish snot
oh damn you forgot
this mistake is
a living and breathing thing
slowly dying inside
and the hurt will never subside
 
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