although im held high above the clouds
i feel like my face is smushed into the ground
everyone treats me like a piece of shit
even though i care for them with every last bit
of my heart; but they don't care
they just want to sit and stare
at my anger and my torture
i wish i could take my departure
out into the great beyond
maybe there i will belong
god...why me, why this hell
why not give me someone to tell
about all this shit im going through?
u say u want me to tell you
but how can u expect me not to cry
when all i want to know is why.