People have been talking
Behind my back
I'm tired of always being
The punching bag
My eyes are swollen
And red
If this thing goes on
I'll soon be dead
My life hangs by
A tiny little thread
The world is a scissor
That cuts what remains
My hands are shivering
From all this stress
Everyone keeps telling me
That i should do my best
But i have tried
One too many times
I'm like a sailor lost at sea
Can anyone set me free
People have been talking
Behind my back
I'm tired of always being
The punching bag
My eyes are swollen
And red
If this thing goes on
I'll soon be dead
My mind is sick and demented
Always let down by people around me
Please save me
I see you
Right through you
Don't know what to do when
I'm alone at night
Feel like leaving
No one wants me in their sight
Thought i might go off
Try and stop me
Don't need another thought
I'm so lonely