As I lay in bed I wish I was dead
My heart is cut open and broken
I wish to feel something but nothing
My head hurts as I lay in my bed
The thunder roars as the rain pours
I look at the floor and try to ignore
the fact that I am alone
I know I have grown its shown
But I am prone to this woe
I should have known I could be disposed of and thrown.
But no I will not show the hurt that is getting thrown
at me like dirt. I will still get up and say whats up.
Even though they try to make me cry, I shall fly.
I will not comply, I will hold my head up high.
So try to shoot me down or drown me in your sorrow
I'm bulletproof and aloof, bring on the sting.