Difficult Life
They say that life is simply what you make of it
in which I believe is true,
My life is full of pain
and I don't know what to do...
This pain is such a burden
and continues to make me cry,
Everyday that passes
I could only hope to die...
You see, all my life I was called upon
for every bodies needs,
Whether it was to fix their roof
or fight until someone bleeds...
I grew up with these
as my only expectations,
unaware of what will develop
I ended up under criminal conditions...
Those that helped destroy me
when in times of trouble I would call,
Now have turned away
as I began that terrible fall...
You all wonder why my heart has hardened
into a solid stone,
Cause in my times of trouble
you left me all alone...
All I would ask from you
was a simple little hug,
but you all turned your back on me
as if I was a torn up rug...
Maybe it's just me
a penny i'm not worth,
Cause even from my true love
I get tossed back and forth...
Will I always be alone
unable to truly smile?
For the pain is to intense
I can hang on for only a while...
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