It's Got To Be Better Then This Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A burning bleeding heart.
Falling in to the flames.
A face full of dirt.
The sting, the hurt.
The question of what we really deserve.
A search through pages.
A mental set of stages.
Acting upon a really big stage.
But it all feels to real to me, to me.
An echo that is forever repeating.
Never have I felt so cheated.
Look at all these happy people.
Why that can't me?
Why isn't a place for me to fit in?
Why must I go on searching?
A lost puppy has better chance of getting adopted.
It must be I'm just so ugly on inside, so ugly, so ugly.
Bruised and broken.
Battered and confused.
What the hell is wrong me?
Why do I feel so much heart ache?
When will this go away?
When will I be able happy in the sun among the summer breeze?
Without a care in the world.
Give me bliss it has got to be better this.
Give me bliss it has got to be better this.
Better then this, better then this.