Tormented Soul
I ALWAYS HAVE BATTLES,RAGEING IN MY HEAD.
IM ALWAYS THINKING,I'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD.
I JUST WISH THAT ONE DAY,THAT MY MIND WILL BE FREE.
OH WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE,THAT WOULD BE.
THIRTY NINE YEARS,THE SPAN OF MY LIFE.
IS ALWAYS FULL OF TORMENT,AND STRIFE.
I PRAY TO GOD EVERYDAY,TO HELP ME PLEASE.
TO GET RID OF MY ANGER,AND MY MENTAL DISEASE.
I FILL REALITY SLIPPING AWAY,UNTIL THERES NOTHING LEFT.
BUT MY INSANITY,AND EVENTUAL DEATH.
WILL I BE REMEMBERED,WHEN IM GONE?
OR WILL I BE FORGOTTEN,AS TIME GOES ON?
I ALWAYS FILL ALONE,AND AFFRAID.
I CAN'T CARRY ON, THIS CHARADE.
I WILL ALWAYS HAVE, YOUR PERFECT LOVE YOU GAVE TO ME.
BUT ITS JUST NOT STRONG ENOUGH,TO SET MY TORMENTED SOUL FREE.
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