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I hate my life
(It may end with a knife!)
Nothing ever works out right,
(Will I take flight?)
Mother's busy with Mike,
(Whom I don't know if I like)
And my sister has Rich--
(Why am I always the Bitch?)
I have no one that cares for me,
(Why won't they let me be?)
I always feel so alone and unwanted,
(I'm always being taunted.)
Now, Dad is gone too,
(My securities are few)
Nothing I do is ever good enough for them,
no matter how hard I try.
(Why am I always the one to cry?)
Who can tell what tomorrow brings?
(I may not wake when the clock rings.)
No one cry if I must go away,
(The world is not in decay)
Maybe in death I'll find something dear
(That just isn't for me here)
What is the point of life?
(And where is that knife?)
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