I'm not wanted,
not for who i am or who I be.
Always fighting with my-self,
but no-one there too see.
I'm loosing it,
this whole struggle versus life.
the only thing i pray for is God give me knife
to end the connection too my past and also to my pain. Never had a usefull function,
always lived vain.
Whas it worth it,
tell me God and be honest about it.
My life wassent worth nothing and be honest about it.
You never liked me,
then again you never even tried.
Years in a row the only thing i did whas crie.
But not again, never no-mow, this sh.t has gotta stop.
You can say my life has come to a surtant point, a drop. I’m not ending it, on the contrare, its a start.
A bullet commin fast and it barely missed my hart.
But not my head,
ill never forget
all the things you said.
Scarred for life,
drownding in this pool of sweat.