Why does everyone choose to show me hate?
To live life foresaken is hard to take.
The Lord knows that I love my seed.
I try my best to provide what they need.
But for all I do no one ever sees the good,
I just wish that for once they would.
They say shoot for the moon, if you miss at least your amongst the stars.
I just want to see the moon without being behind bars.
I no longer posess self-esteem.
Though I may smile, things aren't always what they seem.
Thank God for foolish pride.
Even though I've died inside, I won't give them the satisfaction of committing suicide.
When they said I love you they only lied.
But thats okay because I know in the end I tried.
I will have a clear concience when i pass.
I'm one of a kind, the first and last.