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I sit here with out a sound
I wonder what life is about, before the misery and the hate filled my life
Now it's something different, full of emotions that are unexplainable
My life has changed and rearranged
I have gotten used to being hurt
I wonder if there's more to life then what I see
I think of all the people that have hurt me
I sometimes cry when I think of these things
the things that I have brought upon myself.
I sit here with out a sound
As I think of all the pain I have caused
I sit here and do not speak in fear of hurting another
I think of all the pain I have caused and start to wonder
if there was a point to it all
Is there a point that I am actually alive today
I was never suppose to be born
my sister's twin was suppose to live
I was never suppose to be made
I wonder is there's a purpose in my life
Was I just made to hurt others and not care?
It seems after me everyone falls for the one they are suppose to be with
So I will never find the perfect one
unless I'm with them now
I hope my life goes somewhere in this crummy world
I hope my love for that special one I am with never ends