why do my days got to be like that . why does my nights got to be like this why does my Waze got to be like that. why does my life got to be like this. lifes blamed on unwareness of conscience. there mental frame of mind got them so upnoxious. seems I constantly got eyes watching. through binoculars an thet steady plotting. they label me a popular guy but I'm not him. the ones who rebelled sorry but I am not them. I just stand up for the one silent. the ones who don't speak out on domestic violence. late night all I hear is police sirens. mom saying go to bed hush and be quiet. all I ask is just leave me alone . and leave my mind in its own place to roam. why does my knife got to be to my right wrist. asking myself why is my life like this. put The knife down you must live in pressed forward. and have faith and hope for a better tomorrow. looking in your face I can see all the sorrow. probably looking for a couple dollars to borrow..