Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 14, 2003 2:40:30 GMT -5
Why won't the sun come shining out?
I hate this bitter wind that keeps blowing my way
Freezing me on the inside as if punishing me
Why do they want to make me bleed inside?
I don't belong here
I don't belong anywhere
One moment they love me
The next they hate me
Why can't they make up their minds?
I could try and push against the crowd
Shoved
Kicked
Stomped on
Still pushing my way through
I could try and climb to the top of that place
Upon that spot where people might finally be proud
To look up to me but then the clouds
They would thunder and lightning flash
Down I would fall and have to start all over again
Back off I'm getting tired of this
Back off I'm too stubborn to admit defeat
I'm getting sad and lonely again in this bitter rain
Curled within a discard box that hardly shields me
Covered in soaked clothing from my tears
I could try and push against the crowd
Shoved
Kicked
Stomped on
Still pushing my way through
Alone in the streets unforgiven of my crimes
Looking for a way to get out in the darkness
Perhaps release is only in death
But I won't look that way until my time
I won't die yet
I fall into the mire, hands in the grime and face smeared with mud
Will this rain ever stop it's pouring to drown me?
Will I ever stop feeling so cold with this harsh breeze?
I'm just so tired of fighting but I don't know anything else
I fight... to live
I hate this bitter wind that keeps blowing my way
Freezing me on the inside as if punishing me
Why do they want to make me bleed inside?
I don't belong here
I don't belong anywhere
One moment they love me
The next they hate me
Why can't they make up their minds?
I could try and push against the crowd
Shoved
Kicked
Stomped on
Still pushing my way through
I could try and climb to the top of that place
Upon that spot where people might finally be proud
To look up to me but then the clouds
They would thunder and lightning flash
Down I would fall and have to start all over again
Back off I'm getting tired of this
Back off I'm too stubborn to admit defeat
I'm getting sad and lonely again in this bitter rain
Curled within a discard box that hardly shields me
Covered in soaked clothing from my tears
I could try and push against the crowd
Shoved
Kicked
Stomped on
Still pushing my way through
Alone in the streets unforgiven of my crimes
Looking for a way to get out in the darkness
Perhaps release is only in death
But I won't look that way until my time
I won't die yet
I fall into the mire, hands in the grime and face smeared with mud
Will this rain ever stop it's pouring to drown me?
Will I ever stop feeling so cold with this harsh breeze?
I'm just so tired of fighting but I don't know anything else
I fight... to live