All they ever do is fight From the early dawn, till night. I wish I could be away almost every single day because no matter what I do, I'm never right. I told my friends my problems Though I was hammered at the time I can't help but think that they'll run cause I'm not fine I wish I'd never let it out I'm screwed up, there's no doubt I just wish I had a new life instead Is it really so much to ask? To ask for something better? In time I know their pain will go away. I can't just call them up I have to deal with it on my own Though i can't even understand what to say.