I suck at life,
there's nothing for me to strife.
I think I really do hate it sometimes
dont count that as any crimes!
If I could be someone else
I would not choose myself.
For I am like air,
no one notices I'm there.

I might not be great,
is this just fate?
I'd hate to sit and wait.
anymuch longer and i think i'll faint.

Some people are caring,
some people are staring,
not at me.

sometimes i live life like a movie.
that doesnt prove anything about me,
i just wanted to let you know
before I have to go.

I sit in this chair at school,
swimming in a pool,
of mixed up thoughts and emotion.
I wish I had a lotion,
to smooth over the cracks in my mind.
So I might find,
The sweet sugary spot where my thoughts flourish.
The parts that were nourished,
With love that I've recieved
So I might not decieve,
myself with silly thoughts.