I try to pretend that every things ok
but when I look into their eyes I just want to scream
they look at me in a strange way
but what can I do I just want this all to be a dream
so I can wake up and forget that my life
can easily be taken from me
on the nightstand by my bed is a knife
I don't want to use it, was my whispered plea
but they taunt me telling me I'm weak
your nothing to us, end it now they all yell
crying I hear them chant freak, freak
I lie down and start to laugh, go to hell
I laugh untill they begin to fade
tears flow down my face
knowing in the shodows they will wait
holding myself in the suns light in a lonely embrace
one of these days I'll meet my end
I just hope its not my mind that will take me there
I should no longer pretend
I'm losing control but who cares
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