why do i always end up doing the wrong thing?
why do i always run away from my problems?
when a bird fears something
he uses his wings to fly away
away from any dangour that day
i do the same exact thing the bird does
and you know what i'm doing now?
you want to know what i did and how?
i started smoking weed
i thought maybe this is what i need
it makes me forget all my pain
it makes me happy as if i'm walking under the rain
i know it doesn't make me happy for long
and i know what i'm doing is wrong
but as i said i always end up doing the wrong thing
i wish i had a bell to ring
just like when the bell rings and the class ends
i want it so i can end the stupid life i live
i have nothing anymore to give
i'm sorry friend i have no god advise to give
my hands are too cold to keep you warm
my thoughts are too negative to cheer you up
when your feeling down
all i'm good at is to run
i'm not good for anyone
i never do anything right
i hate the stupid poems i write
if i ever look like i'm having fun
and say that i love the sun
i would be lieing to you and to myself
sometimes when i say "oh i'm fine"
i wish someone would look me in the eye
and say "tell the truth"
i wish i could heal this hole
this empty space inside my heart
i wish i could bring who i love back
i feel like i'm somewhere trapped
i can't find my wayout
i was lost
and i'm going to be lost forever