My life is burning twisting and crashing, when will this world stop all this verbal wrist slashing, I am constantly dashing weaving and diving, trying to avoided the constant bashing my head is thrashing, brain gashing, my blood drips on the floor, oh the hoarer this torture of life and death, I cant seem to ketch my breath it's like being locked up and tied down my smiles seem to turn to frowns, people taunt me egg me on treat me like a freak, should I go on? through the dark shadows from within I hide the lies I weave are the comfort in witch I survive, these tangled webs in witch I have spun are mine to live in on my own, where everyone has betrayed me I'll live on tell the end of the falling sun then it's through the night to the next day that I have to face with all this shame and discrace, I will where my mask to hide my feeling will you get to know me, To see the true meaning? Or with you turn and run away and leave me here to face this awful day? What does it matter what people say or should go on feeling this way, will I be shown love like no other or will this get to me like so many others.