Hurting for the rest of my life.
Who would ever believe,
what no one can see,
What gives me relief,
if it's all up to me.
Never will i understand,
what you've done,
you haven't got any more demand,
for the person you've become.
In my world i have a choice,
if i think with my voice,
i can ruin your life for what you've done,
but will it help if i won?
what can i do do make you pay,
for all the harm you've causht,
there will come a day,
and when that day comes, you have lost!