Blood runs down my back
From this brupt knife
Ive dealt with this shit
For about half my life
They say they dont judge
But of course its all lies
If its not vocal, with their eyes
Its not until you turn
That they make all the fun
What did i do?
What have i done?
To them im not a person
Just cheap entertainment
This isnt a life
But a plot of entrapment
Were supposed to be equal
One in the same
But who listens to the rules?
I mean, life's just a game
The rules are broken
And the players cheat
If i dont match all of them
Ill admit defeat
Arent we allowed to be happy?
I dont see that anymore
Im slowly sinking
Sinking to the floor
Im gradually dissapearing
Just a crack in the wood
However i try to be optimistic
And look for the good
But my patience is worn
And my nerves are thin
I dont know what to do
Or how to win
Your supposed to be my friend
At least thats what i though
For life until the end
But i realized thats just wack
Cause once again
You stab me in the back