I spend most of my life staring into space,
Wondering how this pain in my heart will ever be erased.
I want to believe this is going to get better,
I long to feel that this wont last forever.
Right now I feel like a waste of space,
Like I'm stealing oxygen because my life is a waste.
No one cares what happens to me,
But why would they? What do I expect people to be?
I have no hansom knight on a tall, white horse,
The people I love will never put me first.
My friends call when they need me but don't return the favor.
Knowing all this doesn't make me feel braver.
Knowledge is power, at least that's what they say,
But having the knowledge doesn't make the pain fade away.
I could keep on listing as the tears begin to fall,
The fact of the matter is I've finally hit that wall.
The wall when you know you can't stand the pain.
I'm walked over and shit on but who can I really blame?
I can never stop being me, don't think I'm that bad,
If people could only see that all I am is sad.
Sad that no one actually seems to care how I feel.
Feel like I'm almost invisible, hardly even real.
Who can love a girl so messed up inside?
I'm always going to be alone, just me and my mind.
My mind which causes me to relive all my pain,
Like one bad film that can't stop being replayed.
So I sit here and stare off into space,
Getting used to being alone, because that's never going to change!
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