im sick of being lonely, i need someone to hold me
but dont nobody know me, true only to my homies
fake when im at school,cause im usually a tool
and i act like a fool, in hopes i might be cool
{just wanna be me, dont wanna be free
just wanna cry, or go home and die
tryin to find myself and straighten up my life
just want a girlfriend dont matter if its right}chorus
you dont know the real me its all just depression
do some shit to chill myself get high and mad skate sessions
i do these things to pass the time
another things writin ghetto rhymes
adding more and more each another line
i do this shit all to help clear up my mind
chorus
im in a little battle, an inner battle with myself
im losing this battle, slowly draining my health
i do a buncha stupid shit for other peoples pleasure
ive been doin this stupid shit damn near forever
i take it upon myself to make others lifes better
especially the pretty girls when theyre under the weather
chorus
i walk around wondering if people really like me
i walk around wondering why people wanna fight me
then i tell those people fuck off punks, bite me
and then theres the people who are only out to spite me
i fell dead inside, ill never feel alive
my hearts beating slower, as my confidence gets lower
continuously rejected, my heart lays unprotected
chorus
who shall save me now, as im slowly going down
who will be my savior, make me feel braver
who will be the one to rejuvenate my heart
who will be the one, to give me a jump start
and stop my beating heart from dying..
Dustin B. Unrath
