Fear of Living
Why can't my life be a little more forgiving? The people around are so hard to get along with... I don't know what my point is for living, And I'm tired of this shit. I try to be everybody's friend, I just get blamed for trying And it hurts to know it's the end And every day we're dying. I need to find the one who cares The one who understands me But no one is aware... That I know the way it has to be. How many people have to change, Once I finally figure them out? This life is going in sane, But that's what the world is about. But why can't it all be a little forgiving? Someone tell me why i'm here? I don't know the point in living, And living, is what I fear. Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 05:01 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Why can't my life be a little more forgiving?..."