My Life Is Hell On Earth
Help me , O Lord
I'm so tired of being bored
I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of crying
With all the strife
I'm losing my life
I can't talk to my kin
They walk out of my life and then back in
I just want to die with a big glass of gin
My life is slowly fading away
And everyone pretends it will be okay
Dad quit trying
Mom quit crying
I feel like I'm dying
I do My job filled with hate
I realized this can't be my fate
Drinking, I will stop in my time
My voice will be heard not mimed
I will save money, I'll have at least a dime
Dad says my life is hell on earth
But I say I'm just getting started
By
Jamie Leigh Kennedy
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