The pressure unfolds into
The spiraling depression
The look on your face and
The unheard question
If looks could kill
I would be the haunted
If walls could talk
I would have a friend
Not understanding or comprehending
Stealing the show with everyone laughing
The laughs are derogatory aimed at my decline
The bottles fly as I am swept aside
I have no friends or a home to call my own
I don’t have anything but an empty heart
Tell me what to do and I will be there
You tell me to go away but I still care
I am tired of being used and kept at dispose
Tired of being your useless puppet
And I am going to break free
Forget the people who say they care
And all the people who are never there
Forget the losers who I call my friends
And everyone who spit on me
Its hard to think that I am all alone
But when its all done nobody is around
The truth comes out and I am on the ground
My hands are tied and the freedoms gone
How I get the best of the worst dance
I am what you see and I will never change
I do the best with every disease
I will never fail with what I am doing
Its funny how I am still standing
I know I cant go back in history books
But I have the last dance before the fall
Of the end of the caste system
And the broken lies of friendship
Working class loser and nobody
Who believes? Believe. Believe…