When it comes to friends I'm left on my own
Where were you all at when lost my home
I don't think you understand where I've come from
Yes you may hate me and try to pick a fight
But the fact is I don't need you around here
I've got enough on my plate
Like my blood and my tears
I challenged myself many years ago that I wouldn't give up, give in but still
This thing called life came to me like a storm
The problem is the clouds still seem to be formed
I can't see the sun for these black clouds ahead
It seems that when it rains the drops are all red
Feels like all this guilt inside of me wants me dead
But I refuse to let go until the end
See you may think I talk a lot
But the fact is I'm knowledged and like to share what I've got
Most people think I'm harsh and I'm rude
But when telling the truth what else do you want me to do
I try to be true in my words and my thoughts
But most people hate the truth that I've got
To tell them when they need to hear it
I don't appreciate the word's that I get.
But all I do is sit back and take it all in
It's not as easy but when
You look at the person I strive to be
People will never understand me.