i shake my head in dismay as the slow

music begins to play

annother melody once again unfolds its sweet rythem

tangled inside-love, and hate always to

backfire on your twisted thoughts

my mind polluted with everything it shouldn't be

days affected by nights-cant you see

its not you that kills me,  but  the look on

everybody elses face

so young

so nieve

the cruility of life has me in a headlock

its arms hardening around my once-

soft neck

this tune so meaningless twards my routines

my meloncholy spitting in my face

with its teeth dulling every second it speaks

my home only ones made from friends

only the lucky ones are made

with bad lives-mine non-exsistent   

as it rots to its core as

annother sad song begins