I never really thought,
That this one part of me,
Would cut off my mind,
And control everything.
Sadness is the only thing
Tha I can feel.
Please more than anything,
Tell me this isn't real.
I've made my mistakes,
I refuse to deny it.
But people like to rub it in my face,
Whey even bother to try it?
I'm certainly not perfect,
I'll never claim to be.
But how come every problem
Always amounts up to me?
There are times in life
Where I just want to scream.
To tell you to shut up
And stay away from me.
I'm sick and tired of
Playing all your games,
And always taking
All of the blame.
Everytime I get angry,
It turns to stress.
And when I'm pushed even more,
I eventually become depressed.
So I guess that what
I'm trying to say
Is leave me alone
And stay out of my way.