When I try to explain,
All my words mubble and slip to the drain,
"Like a snowflake in a firey grip",
Trying to hide from the pain.
I try so hard to understand,
Why everything good slips from my hands,
I guess my life is damned to crash land.
I guess I'll never understand.
Sick of the torture of my painful life,
I'm scared that my friends will leave from strife,
I'm sick of all the anoyying and stupid *****,
Staying away from the knife.
The good times come and the good times pass,
But bad times scar and kill happy past,
Its what I live with, but hear what I say,
I'm sorta happy, yet everyone has to pay.
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