Lines is disguise, insecurities that I'm just trying to hide,
Honestly I think it's really funny that I'm crying inside,
Wield this lost hope, you can push me yet I will not go,
I will stay indifferent at the start of these crossroads,
I used to calm, then I was changed to rude and cold,
Tell me what's right, wrong? What does future hold?
I've fucked it up wow, so what spell am I under now,
Yelling back at the loud proud roar of thunder clouds,
And what my family faces makes me sad to be hated,
My ife is quite a sight when all the tragedy makes it,
I'm wrecked and bruised, I became a mess, confused,
No matter how many turns I'm always the next to lose,
What's next to choose? Seem to keep my lessons loose,
Don't answer my question with another question dude,
Like, do you know what our friendship meant to me?
Everyone threw it away, and now I'm left to rest in peace.