....im tryin to make lemonade out the lemons i've been given
but thats just sugar coatin what my heart really feelin
i might smile when im spittin and im illen
but theres a slow pain in my heart thats drillin.......
no consolin, no sealin, no healin from what im sewing
i aint got nothin to reap, just these lungs that im holdin
i was like river, i used to be rolling
now my body thin like paper, BUT I AINT UN FOLDING
I CAN'T DESCRIBE THE PAIN....LETS JUST SAY INSANE
voice horse, my throat strain
h20 deprivation, my body needs rain
shoot me down, somebody please aim
i used to be strong, but im too weak to take the pain
..NUMB...i cant feel it anyway
im spittin till i collaspe, AND THAT CAN BE ANYDAY....DAY
echo's in my brain, one right after, im like WHAT DID YOU SAY????
but im just talkin to my self, and i know what you thinkin, its not good for ya health
well hell i aint got no one else, im sittin in the corner of my mind on stealth
cant be seen heard or felt, im hotter than the sun, WHY THE HELL WONT I MELT?!?!?!?!?
YEAA!!!!!! I JUST SIT HERE AND YELL!!!!!
cause no one else cares, bout how much my heart bares
some wonder why i take my feelings and share
i ask the same thing, why dont i just get out of here.....
...suicidle....NAW....been half past dead for an hour
my hearts on idle, like yahoo on fire....
flames...in my chest....maybe the internal burn will put me to eternal rest...maybe its all for the best.....