These Days..
I have not one person to hug me, not a person who loves me
Life is everything but lovely, I live a life of hate and ugly
A lonely soul with not a person to hold when I'm hungry and cold
No one with me to grow old, and i've yet to accomplish one of my goals
Substance abusin', never tellin' the truth and I was provin'
To never amount to anything 'cause I was rude and always accusin'
Others for my mistakes with hate and never had to contemplate
The way I dealt with anger because I no longer could decide my fate
Love was a feeling I erased long ago when I was first kicked to the street
No shoe's on my feat, burned from the heat trapped on the concrete
Back alley's, card board boxes, seachin' for food out of the garbage
An angry person, yet harmless, charmless and cold hearted
A statistic, suicidle images in my head of having my wrist split
Live a life of negativity or resort to death, fuck this shit
Why pretend? Im a wreck, So why not put it to an end
Buy a gun, put it to my head, so I won't have to see my helpless self again !