I hate this,
to know that all of your life,
all you been doing,
was living life for other people,
what the heck is that about?
Making them happy,
watching them get somewhere,
and when you need help,
where is the support?
Always judging,
for the things you can't do right,
not understanding how messed up,
this pain inside is,
living each day,
pretending like life is,
freakin honky dory,
ha, i'm tired of pretending,
i'm getting tired of living,
not being able to sleep at night,
can't fight off images in my mind,
when I go to sleep.
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