Page 504 - False Accusations

What’s left to do?

What have I ever done?

Still reliving a war I thought I won

Inside my head, such bitter thoughts erupt

Can’t come to terms with the fact that I may be corrupt

There must be something more

To life than giving up on myself

There must be something more

Than faking who I am to get attention

I’m throwing my own intervention

'Cause no one cares enough

To take an interest in all my problems

Let alone solve them

So here I am again

I just want this all to end

You’ll never see the true me

I’m hiding where I’ll forever be

You’ll never find me

Because I’m still chasing

Dreams I’ll never reach

The little sanity

I’ve kept with me

Is having a fist fight with my emotions

Trying to keep me alive

So close to self-destruction

Sold myself after a price reduction

I guess I’m not worthless after all

Just cheap to the people that surround me

Where is this god of yours?

All I see are petty thieves and whores

I don’t have to draw the line

I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine

Close your eyes

Count to ten

Maybe when you look up

I’ll be gone and you’ll be

Happy again

Just put your head in your hands

When you look up, my dreams

Will have been long dead

Been long, long dead

Give and take, a vicious cycle

Give 'em an inch, they take a fucking mile

You say I’m wrong, but you’re in denial

Shake my hand, fake a smile

Saying sorry to myself

Because it’s my own fault

I should pull the trigger now

So that you’ll all be safe

I’m the worthless one

The worthless one with the gun to his head

Over me, over me

You’re over me

Under her, under her

I’m still under her spell

I’m going straight to hell

You’ll never see the true me

I’m hiding where I’ll forever be

You’ll never find me

Because I’m still chasing

Dreams I’ll never reach

Please change my mind

While I’m still breathing

You say that life is a decision

A decision to live in sadness

Or a decision to live in happiness

You must think the world is idiotic

Because nobody with a brain would want to live the way I do

Constantly wondering when someone will find the insecurities you’ve been trying

to hide behind your back for so long

It’s not depression

It’s fear

A fear that you’re never going to be good enough for anyone

Especially not yourself

So before you put down people who already have their heads hung low

And try to tell them that what they’re going through is just a choice they can

make in one moment

Think

If everyone had it within themselves to make this venture to happiness on their

own

Why wouldn’t they?