Life is like a poem that you can't get right at the end of the day it just doesn't rhyme look around man I'm running out of time all I been doing is laying in bed crying this world don't care theyre just scared they don't even begin to try listen to my pleades for help this world wants me alive but it causes so much pain.its called misery thats life's game ain't it about time that I'm done playing. I've tried so hard to get my fix to cure my sickness but I can't change no no no you don't know how hard it is to live labeled to lived marked as a monster for the intire game life pointless when you don't see a point to continue the fight when you can't beat a battle armed to the teeth my mind is in a fog clouded in dark walking alone far far on my own just to be turned down by shadows that have no reason to hate what they created I am a monster to the soul because this world made me this haaaaaaa you are just as me you'll see wait till you see this world same as me hahahaha